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A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
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.
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31