1 min read
Слушать(AI)Yes the Fish Music
A trout-colored wind blowsthrough my eyes, through my fingers,and I remember how the troutused to hide from the dinosaurswhen they came to drink at the river.
The trout hid in subways, castles,and automobiles.
They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.
Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Boo Forever
Spinning like a ghoston the bottom of atop, I'm haunted by allthe space that Iwill live withoutyou
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America
HE CK The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grewtoo close together The creek was like 12, 845 telephonebooths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doorstaken off and all the backs of the booths knocked out
Color As Beginning
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
December 30
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage betweenan avocado and a fish head I have to get out of bedto write this down withoutmy glasses on
