#Americans #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
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…
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
It’s night
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
