1151 3 1
|
I can still see us sitting, somewhere (was it in a café?) imagining what it would be like if our mutual faces blended into the future (the waiters posing as in a Manet painting.) Putting our bones together, our broad features, Bohemia and Sweden.
Yo
|
115121
|
They called him Hank. We piled in a car and drove up from Irvine to his little bungalow apartment on DeLongpre near Hollywood Blvd. for a collating party for this Mag he started with Neely called “Laugh Literary and Man the Humping Guns.” No shit, that wa
|
115122
|
A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
|
115131
|
Then I learned she was revealing all our sexcapades to this young priest.
Forgive me, father, I have sinned. We had sex outdoors against a tree in Wisconsin and the tree was blending with our act and becoming one with my back rubbing up against the bark
|
115075
|
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
|
115033
|
“Hey! You can’t be
whistling on Greyhound,”
the bus driver said,
looking up
in the rearview mirror.
|
115001
|
I fuck myself. I say never three times. There is a movie in this movie in this. I say hello. Fish are named after capitals of invisible cities. I say so. There is a movie in this movie in. I say flush for a dumpster. The sound of a sound never made. I say equations for…
|
115042
|
My dad was in a barber training school
where they cut off the tip of a bum's ear
and taped it back on with scotch tape
|
115000
|
Have you ever Felt As if you were Alone In the world?
|
115021
|
She was reading The Thorn Birds. Always on her side, in a pink cotton housecoat. The Buddha rested on his side. And drank milk. We drank plenty of milk, but, being Catholic, didn't know anything about Buddha. I would sit there. Piles of books were around. I…
|
115000
|
For every Ruben Studdard, there are ten Mick Jaggers and, considered merely in terms of avoirdupois, the two sides of that scale would probably balance.
|
115000
|
Cold hurts at first, but you wake up.
|
115053
|
Most of life, it
turns out,
is pathetic.
Very little is funny.
We have to generate our
own laughter.
Canned laughter
may have to do.
Even if we have to carry
the can around our neck
like a Saint Bernard
or strapped to our
hip
|
114921
|
As the patter of our passing feet fades.
|
114900
|
The sexuality comes over us in waves. We need to hold things, someone. The women, the men, side by side, our features blending together. We notice the small curved lines at the corners of the mouth. We notice everything. And the animal is still inside m
|
114900
|
Dave Sharpe silently pulled his desk chair out of its nook that was conveniently placed underneath his desk. He took a deep breath as he slowly took his place in the seat and nudged it into a perfect…
|
114910
|
Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
|
114921
|
|
114911
|
In 1609 Ben Jonson was hired to write a work in celebration of the opening of a new shopping mall.
|
114920
|
Through by the sands and the rocks we were going and the lake liquid had tumbled the stones by the thousands so that while the water was still we could see agates and yellow jaspers and other or even the odd and misspent piece of rounded glass green or white safe…
|
114911
|
"We improvised to show our Spanish compadres that we meant them no disrespect, and the running of the cats was born."
|
114844
|
A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
|
114821
|
We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop’s owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
|
114800
|
|
114810
|
my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
|
114853
|
It was a summer full of rage and discontent. The air had a new taste to it, reminiscent of the tang of battery acid.
|
114844
|
Well, I walked in on you, then you walked out on me
And that was when it happened – the end of history
And that should have been sufficient
But I think you know it wasn’t
I remember it was you who told me
Dreams are only efficient when illusio
|
114721
|
I’m leaning into my freedom and will have you take your portable prison with you and you can set those four walls across town.
|
114743
|
On the way to
The Museum of Inner Light
Expect delays
Expect bumps in the road
Expect potholes and such
Expect a murder of crows
Rolling acorns over the rooftops
But what I want to know is who
Who eats a butterfly
On the way to
|
114776
|
The leaves/
that clung through February/
fall, dung brown,
|
