First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
The car, sport utility vehicle, an amber flash of light, staccato, turning left, while parked engine off, flashing left wipers ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Leeds this silent solemn Sunday Tempest Road is clear of all But wistful birds, parked cars And vagrant trees. The ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
In the late night listening from bed I have joined the ambulance or the patrol screaming toward some drama, the ...
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: ...
Don't go far off, not even for a day Don't go far off, not even for a day, Because I ...
Matches among other things that were not allowed never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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