#AmericanWriters
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
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.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
For Marcia
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…