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After her suicide

he gave his first prostitute a Tag Heuer watch for a blowjob & the next a puppy for the works & after a few more days of terror bought a ticket to Katmandu & borrowed a fellow passenger’s identity allowing him to enter a dream of self-immolation from which he escaped; his skin the color of rust / missing his eyebrows, ears & right eye. When they found him wandering the hills above Florence he showed them how he could remove what was left of his head & replace it with another that resembled that of Orion The Hunter – in his hands the corpse of The Lizard God & in his mouth a tongue that could never again shape his defense or tell the truth.

Barcelona Diary
It's Mother's Day
By Dawn's Early Light at 120 Miles Per Hour
The Man With His Back To The Room
Intimacies, Prose. Poems and Stories
Homage to a Widow
It's Only TV
Improvisations - Chapbook
After Goya
Improvisations - From Contemporary Music
Mustering What's Left