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Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
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…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,