On the backs offlieswe wait for thenext thing.Something isalways coming.A birth or death,food or hungerhatredlaughterlove...Something is alwayscoming around thecorner.The Mad Hatter withmushroom tea.A strange color ofblue that tastes likealmonds.A vagina that sparklesin the night.Listless morningsof languidwalks with thewife in...

Bowing to the vodka god,I lived like a pleasureseeking missile, propelledtoward all things ME.Empty as a carcass.Hungry as a desert.I didn't see thestrawberry moon ofsummer.It was me and theFerryman, until theriver ran dry.Eternal winter forthe soul.And thenA revolution in...

There was this woman whoI used to know.She wore cardigans andglasses, and she hada smile that wouldchill a penguin.She loved to build things.One gray winter night,she built a house ofdelusions.There were no mirrors,and everything wasplastic.The couch,the bedthe sex,the laughter,the...