1104 2 0
|
The next morning, I was shaved, skinned and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey for its untimely demise.
|
110301
|
When I wake up, I am almost drowning in a sea of styrofoam.
|
110342
|
Drugs, after all, once in the system, demanded unfalteringly more drugs.
|
110300
|
what happens to literature's characters when their readers traverse the veil?
|
110343
|
in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
|
110355
|
I went to see an audiologist this afternoon. He specialized in tinnitus. Good news for me. I've been plagued with tinnitus for 55 years. It started the morning after a catastrophic experience with LSD. It was there when I awoke in a padded room in a hospital in San José,…
|
110310
|
“This is when things pick up with the ‘stuffies,’” says Sergeant Jim Hampy of the Vice Squad. “They lie low during the summer, then come back when cold and flu season starts.”
|
110363
|
It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
It's very good to be home
|
110300
|
I remember this shot taken of you in a bright blue summer dress, with your arms spread out, leaning against a wood fence near the beach, or by Lincoln Park maybe, your thin body leaning back and long blonde hair down bare arms. Other men will remember h
|
110321
|
A reddening? A certain swelling, a little passion among them, is there? What lips would not have given what they could, to speak more boldly, more fondly of you now? But now the country is fastened to arrogance, welded to it in an evil way, wanton with violent…
|
110354
|
in clotted abattoirs where Sorley saw: / no animals shorn of their skins and flesh / could spy with envy the men killing them.
|
110231
|
The faint stars began to twinkle in the orange and purple sky and the clouds turned to watercolor and the window became a painting.
|
110222
|
Here is a blank space soft and white like paper extended indefinitely.
|
1102102
|
Boy, it is weird out there, talking to real people!
|
110252
|
like a reflection vanishes
|
110240
|
Two girls in vests hogtied his ankles and wrists with a severed lamp cord and barbed wire, spun him dizzy around the room.
|
110231
|
On-air personalities inflate a balloon Trump head to the point of bursting.
|
110230
|
...something is pulsing in the shovel against the window and its pompadour of snow.
|
110200
|
I can't show you the territory- not quite yet, not how I see it. But I do have a map, a glorious and vain construction. It gives you a glimpse, a sight. I wish you could see it all.
|
110200
|
There's a boarded up Chevron a few blocks down the street from where I used to live. I still pass it every now and again as I'm going to and from jobs. When I lived in the area, which was about three years ago, there was this one red-headed female gas jockey that seemed to…
|
110131
|
I thought I saw you once
When you were still quite young
Surveying great beauty
Like a rain shower in the sun
And I can still hear them nearby
Those sharp voices of our youth
Shouting with pleasure in the fields
While looking at the sky
|
110130
|
Now how do you feel about that,
My future graverobber friend?
|
110120
|
1. There is a crowd of people walking to a field and since there are over forty of them, the conversations become divided and then subdivided in accordance w/natural rhythms. I follow behind. It is a football game. Makeshift. Twenty aside roughly. Almost every…
|
110140
|
She is left feeling like she has missed a stop, that she's at the last stop, that she's somewhere she wasn't meant to be.
|
110141
|
to accomodate my 250 lb. dog
|
110122
|
Are there places that words cannot go? Consider words going where they were never intended to go.
|
110111
|
Addictive plants... attractive dancing...
|
110141
|
Was it only for the vast dance of the darling soul, that you were born? Not to give up your genetics? Made for the use of the future, were you? I should have known. I heard the wind that swirled within you, even then, when we were so young.
You were
|
110030
|
A salesman, a born salesman like my brother, is always and only involved in the Moment, and it is the sale itself that is at the heart of the moment, and my brother Harris was really at the top of his form as a salesman. It can probably best be said, th
|
110000
|
Whose soul do you have, now? (How many are you?) There are several around here running from death, laughing, whom you might know.
I burned ahead, with life. I found my own haughtiness had little bearing on the unbraided thread of pleasure (when I wa
|
