#Americans #Suicide
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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…
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
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
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.
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
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
