beats me clay just looking at what was on the end of my putz this woman thing the thing in itself thinking in terms of universals you know relationships are for chicks and guys who are desperate to get laid like me after thirty years of fucklessness all my former lover's ghosts have settled down The...
the quiet death of microbial wishes for happiness trembling karmic keyboards of suicidal Jews marking time in operatic spasms of precognition nice wine james a good vintage good bouquet and a fruity reply I always liked that masterpiece theatre production of "Howard's End" so ironic after the unreal...
Day six or seven I lost count I even lost what it is I am counting from Six days or seven days since what? Since I realized just how stuck I am here. It is a day I search for poetry "A poem is an emergency" William Stafford You Reading This, Be Ready Day five? Day five since what? Since I realized w...