In A Bed Of Baked Beans (Part Two) (R.George Poem)
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me ...
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me ...
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Long ago, long ago the green metal of the statue in the nearby park was a man in faraway lands, ...
Freer than most birds an eagle flies up over San Francisco freer than most places soars high up floats and ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee. What you been doin', suh ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
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