#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
