#Americans #Suicide
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
For Marcia
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
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…
