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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
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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
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
For Marcia
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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.
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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…
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.