#Americans #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
For Marcia
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
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
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
