#AmericanWriters
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
For Marcia
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin