There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,

ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…

There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…

Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair

I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.

The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship

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…

I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually

With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.

O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival