Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You

I’ll Affect You Slowly As If You Were Having A Picnic In A Dream. There Will Be No Ants. It Won’t Rain.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

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.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.

In Watermelon Sugar The Deeds Were Done And Done Again As My Life Is Done In Watermelon Sugar.