#Americans #Suicide
It’s night
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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—
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
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