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Sleep Shore

Intrusion

Scenes On The Coldest Day

Fortune Cookies

I was looking up monasteries in the yellow pages when she knocked. I was living at this time in Jersey City, N.J., on top of a meat market. It was the dingiest of places. I got up from my fleabitten couch. I opened the door to a dazzling darkhaired woman.

Asking After My Own Light

Seymour Dueless Says

Let’s see, travel. I abhor it as a general rule. No, that’s not true. I like to travel. If I were rich I would probably go to Europe. Nowadays, it’s pretty much the trip into town and whether or not the brake job I did myself is going to . . . well.

Dialogue With My Shell

as a turtle of eternity, to abstract within mySelf is evo­lutional prerogative. from such a featherstance, un­moored and let loose on the seas of cognition, my essen­tial faculties explore the relics of significance lodged within a correspondent synchronicity which has no mercy for distortions.

Selected Poems

Selected Poems