#AmericanWriters
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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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 Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.