Early morning cokeBottle. Did Katie callHeiddegger "Skippy"?Remember years backWhen we studied so hard andHa ha, just kidding.As you age, neverForget you are dying noFaster than before.

My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.

and any stain or streak/ is as you will or wish it

The silence grew louder as it grew longer.

Unhappiness is a necessary boon

so many bills to pay the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake

the moment he started walking my hands were given new tasks to do:

It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy

I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…

I'm in love with Uzma Goef, a beautiful young woman less than half my age.

They were self-contained, two nymphs in a photo booth. Maria wanted something different—love to spread across her face like a wide smile, a certain grace. Sometimes she had found love like that at parties.

"My god," Toni said, bending over and tapping her head gently against the counter in fake anguish. "His ass in those jeans. Jesus. I should be young and lucky like you." Toni tapped her cigarette ash into the coin tray.

Big hair shoulder pads hell no.

John you are a green Torinocruising past the long stretch of roadpast the field of my back yard.The black dog barks as it races'round the corner of the Good Shepherd Church.A police car waits for some shit to go down.Waiting for something, anything to go downbut it never…

"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"