#Americans #Suicide
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
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
For Marcia
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I