Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr took the baby and went down there watering the cover with big revolv
Boo, Forever by Richard Brautigan Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing boards across the creek. That was The boards dammed up the creek eno bathtub there, and the creek flowe invited like a postcard to the oce
I’Ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before by Richard Brautigan 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 Double-Bed Dream Gallows by Richard Brautigan Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
To England by Richard Brautigan There are no postage stamps that s back to England three centuries ag no postage stamps that make letter travel back until the grave hasn’t and John Donne stands looking out
Autobiography (Polish It Like a Piece of Silver) by Richard Brautigan I am standing in the cemetery at What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken A very old man who has cancer on h care of the cemetery, is raking a manner as to almost (polish it lik
Just Because by Richard Brautigan Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again by Richard Brautigan 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
The Lake Josephus Days by Richard Brautigan We left Little Redfish for Lake Knowing the trout would wait there I hope someday we’ll have enough m I caught the limit of trout within My woman trailed silently behind,
