#AmericanWriters
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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…
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
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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—
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
It’s night
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
