#Americans #Suicide
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
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.
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
For Marcia
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
