#AmericanWriters #Suicide
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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 the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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—
It’s night
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…