#AmericanWriters #Suicide
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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.
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
For Marcia
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
