THE PUDDING MASTER OF
STANLEY BASIN
Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th
lake promised us eternity, but the
thousands of silly minnows, swimmi

This poem was found written on a p
Brautigan in a laundromat in San

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.

Three crates of Private Eye Lett
the name and drawing of a detectiv
with magnifying glass on the sides
of the crates of lettuce,
form a great cross in man’s imagin

It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them

It seemed
like years
before
I picked
a bouquet

The sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
I’ve never had it done so gently b
You have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them

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

It’s night

Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they’re
lined up for blocks, so I’ll
go to bed with you. They won’t
miss us.