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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 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’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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