Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.
Love Poem ـــــــــ It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.
All of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.
I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.
Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this
I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.
I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.
Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.
Money is sad shit
In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.
Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?
I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.
I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.
Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster When you take your pill it's like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside you.
I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.
My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea
One day Time will die And love will bury it
He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.
If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.
All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this God-damn world upside down to do it.
I’m haunted by all the space that I will live without you.
I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.
It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach.
We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.
Her sunny side was always up.
Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.
I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard
Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.
I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.
Messy, isn't it?
Our names were made for us in another century.
We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.
For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren’t you at all.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
The thought of her hands touching his hair makes me want to vomit.
God-forsaken is beautiful, too.
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.
Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it
There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.
The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.
You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.
Just because people love your mind, doesn't mean they have to have your body, too
If I Should Die Before You Do When you wake up from death, you will find yourself in my arms, and I will be kissing you, and I will be crying.
In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.
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.
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.
In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.
The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said
He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.
She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby.
Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.
It was not an outhouse resting upon the imagination. It was reality.
She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.
Watcha doin? If you're like me, you're doin nothin, but you're doin it so well that everybody thinks you're doin somethin.
Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home
The flies were teaching an advanced seminar in philosophy as they crawled up the crack of my ass
The only thing he likes better than a nice juicy homicide is a sirloin steak smothered with onions.
In Watermelon Sugar deeds were done
Moonlight drifts from over A hundred thousand miles To fall upon a cemetery It reads a hundred epitaphs And then smiles at a nest of Baby owls
I always wanted to write a book that ended with the word Mayonnaise.
The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.
He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance.
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.
There wasn't a single thing in there that reminded me of my existence.
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.
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
By the way, Doc Edwards said. How's that book coming along? Oh, it's coming along. Fine. What's it about? Just what I'm writing down: one word after another. Good.
THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE There are days when that is the last place in the world that you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it -----features you.
Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard. I remember when there were just worms out there and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September nights.
It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.
Now it was close to sunset and the earth was beginning to cool off in the manner of eternity and office girls were returning like penguins from Montgomery Street.
Let us pretend that my mind is a taxi... and suddenly you are riding in it.
You're not fooling anyone by taking your clothes off when you go to bed.
I read the note and it did not please me and I threw it away, so not even time could find it.
Her hand had a lot of strength gained through the process of gentleness.
