For Fear You Will Be

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

Boo, Forever Spinning Like A Ghost On The Bottom Of A Top, I'm Haunted By All The Space That I Will Live Without You.

I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books And Waited For The Year To End.

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.

We Could See The Children's Toys Here And There, And We Saw A Game That The Children Had Made Themselves Out Of Dirt, Deer Antlers And Abalone Shells, But The Game Was So Strange That Only Children Could Tell What It Was. Perhaps It Wasn't A Game At All, Only The Grave Of A Game.