#AmericanWriters
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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
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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
It’s night
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…