It was a forgettable face, to be sure. Neither ugly nor beautiful, she looked like any one of a million American women. She could have been headed anywhere, but at that moment, she wanted to go to 14-B.

they deafen you with cute / knive you with sugared songs / with machines turn love to silicon shit / hurl you at the god Fun / debrain you in their schools.

with binoculars neighbor reads screen text:

Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.

I am an icon of drunken ruin, sunken cheeks and shaggy face Breath like molded barley and eyes like old oysters placid and grey, devoid of illuminating thought

My wife broke the news to me. She enjoyed it, too, I'm certain of that. It was a juicy piece of gossip.

Maisie dear, I can't forget her-- I only wish her poems were better.

i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns

in his thin, swanky black leather jacket out on the town at night in Mexico with his girlfriend

They come to wipe themselves from my memory, but that, of course, is impossible. In this place, we are bound together, the long line of men who have killed me, and I.

A study found that in bat species noted for female monogamy male bats have small testes and big brains, while in species noted for female promiscuity males have testicles five times as big, but smaller brains.

I think someone’s Got their foot On my foot Not holding me down But maybe helping to ground me It’s almost like they’re Tapping the top of my foot Now and then While listening to some kind of Internal music Tell me What part

Each person in each car could be poetic/ Duende, but they look at each other and ask/“Did you fart?”

I am getting twisted like a cruller into the mess I have made of this morning and I am stretching the meaning of morning to way past its boundaries.

“Whup!” he said, as a lorry pulled up in front. ¶ “Here’s your lorry.”