#AmericanWriters
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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 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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…