#Americans #Suicide
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
For Marcia
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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,
