#AmericanWriters #Suicide
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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—
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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
For Marcia
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…
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
