A Boat par Richard Brautigan O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America par Richard Brautigan THE AUTOPSY OF This is the autopsy of Trout Fish Fishing in America had been Lord Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar of Idaho again, never saw Carrie
My Nose Is Growing Old par Richard Brautigan Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain par Richard Brautigan 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
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America par Richard Brautigan Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing boards across the creek. That was The boards dammed up the creek eno bathtub there, and the creek flowe invited like a postcard to the oce
-2 par Richard Brautigan 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.
The Double-Bed Dream Gallows par Richard Brautigan Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again par Richard Brautigan 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
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t par Richard Brautigan 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.
