We stepped outside rather hurriedly and down the street to anonymous sanctuary among the buildings of San Francisco.Promise me till your dying day, you'll believe that a Mellon was a Confederate gener...
Love PoemـــــــــIt's so niceto wake up in the morningall aloneand not have to tell somebodyyou love them
I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.
God-forsaken is beautiful, too.
Той я погледна в очите. Те бяха тесни черни вселени, изпълнени с приближаваща мекота.
When he said this, it was not a form of criticism. It was just a simple observation that led to another bite from the movie on his plate called The Old Man and the Stew.
The 1960s:A lot of people remember hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson and loving Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, depending on the point of view. God rest their souls.
One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.
Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all.It's just...
Lee Mellon told me that he was born in Meridian, Mississippi, and grew up in Florida, Virginia, and North Carolina, 'Near Asheville,' he said. 'That's Thomas Wolfe country.''Yeah,' I said.Lee Mellon d...
I always wanted to write a book that ended with the word Mayonnaise.
He used sweet wine in place of life because he didn't have any more life to use.
Moonlight drifts from overA hundred thousand milesTo fall upon a cemeteryIt reads a hundred epitaphsAnd then smiles at a nest ofBaby owls
Your Catfish FriendIf I were to live my lifein catfish formsin scaffolds of skin and whiskersat the bottom of a pondand you were to come by one eveningwhen the moon was shiningdown into my dark homean...
You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.
There wasn't a single thing in there that reminded me of my existence.
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine DisasterWhen you take your pillit's like a mine disaster.I think of all the people lost inside you.
The Beautiful PoemI go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you.Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penisaffectionately.Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes mefeel beautiful.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof he...
Bir günün olağanüstü olabilmesi için bir şeftalinin yettiği bir geçmiş zamanda bir yaz günü, sıranın sonunun gelmesini sabırla bekleyen ve şeftalilerle dolu poşetler taşıyan bir geyik sürüsüyle birlik...