#AmericanWriters #Suicide
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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.
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
For Marcia
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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
It’s night
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
