"trouble in tummytown"

And towards the end of summer, the glamour of Isadora crossing and uncrossing her legs.

The woman in my dream was named Susan, an actress. When I woke it occurred to me that she was the woman I saw on a street corner a few years ago. She smiled but not so much at me as at the Rimbaud pin I was wearing on my lapel.

It was a winter of Polish potato vodka and Russian cigarettes.

We felt like Charles and Mary Lamb on their way to the asylum.

Ivy Alice in her infancy, the two wee horns she was born with. Days are long for me but longer for Ivy Alice. After dark, when she's out and about, her cleavage sucks down the moonlight.

I came home to find the bluebird of happiness bathing in a pool of tears.

April was a girl we met at the midway after dark, as well as being a month of the year. It was my friend Greg, with his cleft chin, a teenage Kirk Douglas, who got the kiss. A wet one or so he said.