#AmericanWriters
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
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…
It’s night
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
