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

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

At 1:30 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed
to write this down without

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two trans
before discovering

When you take your pill
it’€™s like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside of you.

WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI
In San Francisco around Easter t
trout fishing in America peace par
of red stickers printed and they p
foreign cars, and on means of nati

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

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.

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a

This poem was found written on a p
Brautigan in a laundromat in San