#AmericanWriters #Suicide
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
It’s night
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair