#AmericanWriters
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
It’s night
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
