#AmericanWriters
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
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
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…