#AmericanWriters
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 petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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 walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.