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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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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 sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
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
For Marcia
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…