#AmericanWriters
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
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
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.