This morning I saw a coyote walking through the sagebrush right at the very edge of the ocean next stop China. The coyote was acting like he was in New Mexico or Wyoming, except that there were whale...
The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said
The flies were teaching an advanced seminar in philosophy as they crawled up the crack of my ass
The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people...
The Return of the RiversAll the rivers run into the sea;yet the sea is not full;unto the place from whence the rivers come,thither they return again.It is raining todayin the mountains.It is a warm gr...
She looked so old that she reminded me of a comic book hero of my childhood: The Heap. It was a World War I German pilot who was shot down and lay wounded for months in a bog and was slowly changed by...
One could think of seagulls. It’s really a very simple thing to do… seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.
My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.
Money is sad shit
Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4.1.Get enough food to eat,and eat it.2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,and sleep there.3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noiseuntil you arrive at the silence of you...
It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.
It would be convenient if one could redesign the past, change a few things here and there, like certain acts of outrageous stupidity, but if one could do that, the past would always be in motion. It w...
Invece di avere soltanto qualche chilometro e talvolta soltanto pochi centimetri tra un problema e l'altro, perché non incrementare la distanza? Sarebbe bello una volta tanto avere 47 chilometri tra u...
In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.
If I Should Die Before You DoWhenyou wake upfrom death,you will find yourselfin my arms,andI will bekissing you,and
I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would
I feel horrible. She doesn'tlove me and I wander aroundthe house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed,...
Boo, ForeverSpinning like a ghoston the bottom of a top,I'm haunted by allthe space that Iwill live withoutyou.
Alas, Measured PerfectlySaturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M.is the name of a photograph of twoold women in a front yard, besidea white house. One of the women issitting in a chair with a dog in herlap...