Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.

This Morning I Saw A Coyote Walking Through The Sagebrush Right At The Very Edge Of The Ocean ― Next Stop China. The Coyote Was Acting Like He Was In New Mexico Or Wyoming, Except That There Were Whales Passing Below. That’s What This Country Does For You. Come Down To Big Sur And Let Your Soul Have Some Room To Get Outside Its Marrow.

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.

A Boat O Beautiful Was The Werewolf In His Evil Forest. We Took Him To The Carnival And He Started Crying When He Saw The Ferris Wheel. Electric Green And Red Tears Flowed Down His Furry Cheeks. He Looked Like A Boat Out On The Dark Water.

All Of Us Have A Place In History. Mine Is Clouds.