Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

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

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

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…

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

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…

When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.

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 COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…

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

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…

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…

At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,