#AmericanWriters
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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—
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
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…