#AmericanWriters
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
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
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
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
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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.
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.