#Americans #Suicide
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
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
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
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…
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
