Cher Baudelaire:

Today as I boarded my train of thought, I thought of you, your bristling ennui, and, in my mind, I opened my umbrella in the face of the porter carrying my cerebral baggage and in the face of that beauty with a nose ring from Phoenix.

Instructions for the Trance

Self Portrait as Items in a Snowy Lithograph

Lunch Break with Ted Berrigan and Neighbor’s House on Fire

Dear Final Journey,

Like God,

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