#AmericanWriters
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.
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
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
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…
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…
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
For Marcia
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
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—
