#AmericanWriters
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
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.
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
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.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.