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
The First Winter Snow by Richard Brautigan 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
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker by Richard Brautigan The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
San Francisco by Richard Brautigan This poem was found written on a p Brautigan in a laundromat in San
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,
15% by Richard Brautigan she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Romeo and Juliet by Richard Brautigan If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo their clothes together in a laundromat
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan THE AUTOPSY OF This is the autopsy of Trout Fish Fishing in America had been Lord Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar of Idaho again, never saw Carrie
I Live in the Twentieth Century by Richard Brautigan I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou it. I felt hopeless. Your face
