#AmericanWriters
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.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
