#AmericanWriters
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
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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—
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
