#AmericanWriters #Suicide
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
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
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.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
It’s night
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
