#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
For Marcia
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair