#Americans #Suicide
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
For Marcia
It’s night
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
