#Americans #Suicide
For Marcia
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…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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—
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
