#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
It’s night
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,