Autumn for a Day-Old Toad: The Journal of A. Manley Stanz

Highways gleam with two kinds of mica as Burma Shave boasts, I have lives like a cat Taking heed of the exits that exist for my money I stock up on earthworms, making protein from fat —America Coming Undone Now I am but a lowly boy who will die all alone with a knife in my heart, and my heart in my hand. Dishonorable foes bellow I never got punished; but I formed the rock in this world built of sand. —Terrible Nail Have you ever felt a temporal lobe explode when you learn your sons are not your own? —Are You Kidding Me, Bruuuce?