Body 13

#170: All I Can Think Of Is Streetcars And Buzzflies, Flies Sticking Their Feet In People's Food

#171: Living On Candy Bars And Watching The Pigeons In A Back Alley With A French Name

#172: I Seem To Remember Being Unable To Do Anything At All But Think

#173: Oh My Dearest Good-Fellow, You've Made This Old Tin Soldier Rather Happy

#174: It Smells Like A Bag Of Dead Cats

#175: Well He'd Keep Pestering Me, And Then I Guess He'd Die, Therefore A Small Victory On My Part

#176: Tailgating My Daughter With Aspirations Of Deflowering Her Rose

#177: Some Tigers Stand Upright And Have Got Mustaches And They Is Good At Gambling

#178: Same Time Next Year I Guess

#179: Twitching His Long Bald Head At The Empty Doorway

#180: Just In Time I Remembered That I'd Killed A Man

#181: Illumination Is Diffused Throughout The Off-White Haze (Part 1)

#182: Illumination Is Diffused Throughout The Off-White Haze (Part 2)

#183: Illumination Is Diffused Throughout The Off-White Haze (Part 3)

#184: In Our Oblivion We Will Avoid The Watchful Eyes Of Stupid, Evil Peasants

#185: Between The Summerlit Trees In The Park, Watching Out For The Rapists

#186: Leaving The Mad Old Man There Beneath All The Fluorescent Tubes

#187: As Much A Danger As If Flowers Began To Flourish From Roadside Lumps Of Debris

#188: Nobody Understands The Reason For These Indigent Sweepers Being Here

#189: Photographing A Lovely Mountaintop Locale For A Liquor-Store Calendar

#190: Under The Large Lump Of Material And Old Adhesive Tape In The Corner

#191: Its Fragrance Which Met Him Like An Answering Caress

#192: Out Of The Fog Rose A Tremendous Swelling Cry From Thousands Of Throats

#193: Kneeling Thus On The Flagstone To Kindle The Fire

#194: Two Lanterns Swinging From The Stanchions Diffuse A Sudued Illumination

#195: I Don't Mind Being Bone And Feathers

#196: Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past

#197: As Is A Landscape To A Blind Man's Eye

#198: She Never Does Anything Mean To Little Dogs In The Lobby

#199: Notwithstanding The Illusion By Which We Want To Be Duped

#200: Three Cheers For Heroin!

#201: Behind The Verdant Stage Wires Of Her Theatrical Jungle

#202: We Are The Centuries

#203: We Are Your Singing Garbage Men

#204: We Have Your Eoliths And Your Mesoliths And Your Neoliths

#205: We Have Your Babylons And Your Pompeiis, Your Caesar And Your Chromium-Plated Artifacts

#206: We Have Your Bloody Hatchets And Your Hiroshimas

#207: Those Sickly-Sweet Papayas That Taste Like Pissy Pears

#208: Everything That Was Supernatural Came Out Of The Nile

#209: Moss-Like Lichen Or Something Similar Growing On The Side Of The Steps

#210: A Most Scurvy Monster

#211: As Thick As Honeycomb/More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'Em

#212: Turning To Deserts Our Best Pastured Mountains

#213: Vouchsafe Your Silent Ears To Plaining Music

#214: My Fire Is More Than Can Be Made With Forests

#215: The Hawthorn Bush With Seats Beneath The Shade

#216: Usurp The Land And Dispossess The Swain

#217: And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild

#218: The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet

#219: It Sits Looking Over Harbor And City

#220: On Silent Haunches And Then Moves On

#221: Johnny Nogood (No Relation)

#222: People Come With Nets To Fish For Potatoes In The River

#223: 3D Print Your Own Funeral

#224: Materialism Could Not Free Me From My Dread Of Human Beings

#225: I Love You Dad And I'm Glad You're In My Life

#226: Headlines Had The Same Disturbing Quality As His Personal Thoughts

#227: There Was A Pungent Smell Of Moldering Leather And Old Wood And Stale Tobacco Smoke

#228: A Glass Of Ginger Pop Won't Do You Any Harm

#229: I Had Never Cared For Her And Would Have Hidden Myself If I'd Seen Her Coming

#025: The Comedy Of Repetition

#088: I'm A Loser Baby (So Why Don't You Kill Me?)