#Americans #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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—
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.