I'm hoping, I'm reaching, I'm scratching the sky...

The despair that comes and goes is here again I saw a woman who was holding herself As she walked past, as if a fire were about to Lunge out of her parts She was in such great need of being held The despair that comes and goes is here again

Drugs, after all, once in the system, demanded unfalteringly more drugs.

This is not her death. This is absent-minded omniscience. This is impossible. And then again, the inside-out, implosion. And the hall was clogged with bodies; none of them hers, but who could be sure?

The rain hammers the windows, an unorthodox pattern on a sad Sunday morning.

he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck

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You eat my mind ...

I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.

I'm writing you a letter played on a cherry flute. I'm sending it along through the poem's cloud of incense. The only delivery system I still hitch up for long distance throwing. I'm writing you a letter you'll probably never read. Never get.…

In the summer of '68 my father persuaded me to go visit my grandparents on their farm in North Dakota. I had long hair and dressed like a French symbolist outlaw. Took the train to Minot, spent the night in a hotel (watching Your Cheatin' Heart, movie about Hank…

--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery." --"Well, you can't have everything." --"No? I heard otherwise."

From decade to decade, editorial opinion swings and sways as to whether the fault of volubility resides chiefly with the practitioner or with the lawless company he keeps.

There is a twisted porcelain face on the shelf that breathes fire every time the fantasies are questioned.

He steered to the roadside and answered her question before she could ask.

Do something that's really useful.

My trousers turn when her these eyesights earn is learned in light,Like limn of laugh or limbs hers — do I know her, no? — but gauzy Greyhair ravings greyscale havens of Old Jake whose floozy Wooed, ne'er raised the wood that, pencil-perched, arrests…