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

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…

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

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

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

A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.

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.

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…

When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.

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

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

With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.

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.