#AmericanWriters
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
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
It’s night
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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…
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.
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
For Marcia
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.