#AmericanWriters
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
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 girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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—
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