Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Poems about beer (51 Poems)
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Love Song to My Neighborhoods (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Backdropp Addresses Cowboy (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
77. Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper (Robert Burns Poems)
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, ...
New Mexico (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
Big Night On The Town (Charles Bukowski Poems)
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
The Poetry Reading (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
The House (Charles Bukowski Poems)
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
Revolt In The Ranks (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half handicapping tomorrow's card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they'll just ...
Another Day (Charles Bukowski Poems)
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
Cows In Art Class (Charles Bukowski Poems)
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
40,000 (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...