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Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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.
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
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
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
It’s night
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.