It’s night

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…

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…

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…

With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.

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—

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair

O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

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…

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.