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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
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.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…