my Father never liked The Beatles. he was into the crooners, the big band and torch singers. the only song he ever rated was John Lennon’s Working Class Hero. but he thought it was a eulogy to the 8-hour day. and no matter how many times I tried to tell him what it was really […]
look at the leaving man……leaving your body……………..weeded out …………of house tilt …………of sinkhole in plain view…………….decay in plain is…………..underbrick is………….ivy ……………denying light &…perennial….loosestrife’s …..summer kill …………under your feet …………dead leaves color …………under the dead …………the man intrudes tallow…………. in soil he feels your face..to make sure you’re still there……sleeping you can kill the man next […]
I told the psychiatrist that she would look good with a pencil-thin mustache, I mean if she let me draw one. Kind of like a unisex Dali. She smiled at me as if I was something she recognized from outer space. It was embarrassing to be at a loss for words. I said You want […]
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