My love is Gladys who is more American than the Americans. She is stiffer than her Dippity Doo.

my heartis a brokenstandpipefanningcity water cayenneacross sidewalksgutters ripple redover fast food bagsand cigarette buttsover the feetof priests and pit bullsover the handsof drunksand babiesand into the mouthsof ratsand raconteurs you never oughtadrink…

sweetness turned to dust in our moldy mouths...

While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…

I remember.

I don’t think I like where we stood To see these golden paths of what could I hate to think I awoke from this lie

In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.