1750 0 0
|
Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
|
174940
|
And without further ado, The Author.
|
17491110
|
In San Francisco, there rides at night a phantom streetcar whose driver is none other than Walt Whitman . . .
|
1749109
|
"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
|
17492214
|
the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
|
174911
|
{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
|
174863
|
I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
|
174822
|
That's what friends told him.He looks at the unpacked boxes around the apartment, hoping he hadn't packed any of her stuff in his haste.
|
174866
|
4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
|
174800
|
|
17481011
|
The man of a thousand faces was defunct.
|
174810
|
It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
|
1748109
|
The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
|
174872
|
French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
|
17481210
|
She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
|
17481310
|
He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
|
174830
|
Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
|
174766
|
Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
|
174712
|
And I just want to say that my morning song is better than yours. I want you to hear it buzzing in me like an old radiator. I want you to do what you’ve done before. To press your ear against the skin and listen for the static.
|
17471414
|
Life seemed okay…for the most part.
|
1747189
|
feathered waves of tangerine peach
|
174720
|
They were starting to get winded. The boy, his father and his little brother were hiking up a hill, cutting a diagonal path through hay-colored grass towards an outcrop of craggy boulders below the hill's summit.
|
174620
|
Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
|
17462217
|
Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
|
174698
|
Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
|
174643
|
I. When my lips mouth yours where they are…
|
174632
|
Sometimes you're searching for a family and you don't even know it. Sometimes a family finds you.
|
174600
|
Until it happens to you, and I hope, and you should pray, that it never does, you cannot appreciate the consolation of believing that your are merely losing your mind.
|
174676
|
There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
|
174500
|
stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
|
