#AmericanWriters
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
For Marcia
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.
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
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
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…