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I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
For Marcia
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…