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

I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face

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

I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…

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

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

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.