Stick a knife in the dawn.Twist the peoniesinto puppets.Put the goldfish onthe counter and feedit cereal.Mice cast shadows asbig as elephants onthe yellow walls ofmy heart.Dance a slow waltz withthe philodendron.Dig upMotzartBach, andWagner.Make a chocolate cake.Read me, TS Eliot,...

                      “From the first time we met I noticed that pussy got instantly wetMy eye ball action did not go unnoticed and her daughter never let me forget,            “Several times while fucking the vison made...

Lola's Grandmother didn'tlike the Irish.Lola said,"For fuck's sake, don't tellher you're Irish.She hates the Irish.""Why?" I asked."I don't know.  She doesthough, so don't evenmention the Irish."Lola was my girlfriendmany years ago inCalifornia.She had long black hairand the eyes of a...

  Cathy always sat ina small booth at theend of the bar.She had that empty cuploneliness, the kind thatnever goes away.We got drunk together anddanced like puppets inprison, injured by the night.Tarantulas and scorpionscrawled the desert of her heart.And I...