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by Richard Brautigan | |

Love Poem

 There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every shade of red.
They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm while she married over and over, taking you along.
How could it work, when all those years she stored her widowed heart as though the dead come back.
No wonder you are the way you are, afraid of blood, your women like one brick wall after another.


by Richard Brautigan | |

I Feel Horrible. She Doesnt

 I feel horrible.
She doesn't love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.


by Richard Brautigan | |

Discovery

 The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship touching a new world?


by Richard Brautigan | |

Donner Party

 Forsaken, fucking in the cold, 
eating each other, lost 
runny noses, 
complaining all the time 
like so many 
people 
that we know


by Richard Brautigan | |

Haiku Ambulance

 A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?


by Richard Brautigan | |

Surprise

 My heart went fluttering with fear
Lest you should go, and leave me here
To beat my breast and rock my head
And stretch me sleepless on my bed.
Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray For such is Love's unvarying law.
.
.
.
I never thought, I never saw That I should be the first to go; How pleasant that it happened so!


by Richard Brautigan | |

Love Poem

 It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
 all alone
and not have to tell somebody
 you love them
when you don't love them
 any more.


by Richard Brautigan | |

San Francisco

 This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard
Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco.
The author is unknown.
By accident, you put Your money in my Machine (#4) By accident, I put My money in another Machine (#6) On purpose, I put Your clothes in the Empty machine full Of water and no Clothes It was lonely.


by Richard Brautigan | |

The Beautiful Poem

 I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately.
Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes me feel beautiful.
3 A.
M.
January 15, 1967


by Richard Brautigan | |

15%

 she tries to get things
out of men
that she can't get
because she's not
15% prettier


by Richard Brautigan | |

30 Cents Two Transfers Love

 Thinking hard about you 
I got on the bus 
and paid 30 cents car fare 
and asked the driver for two transfers 
before discovering 
that I was 
alone.


by Richard Brautigan | |

Gee Youre So Beautiful That Its Starting To Rain

 Oh, Marcia, 
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.
I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!


by Richard Brautigan | |

Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door

 Hinged to forgetfulness 
like a door, 
she slowly closed out of 
sight, 
and she was the woman I loved, 
but too many times she slept like 
a mechanical deer in my caresses, 
and I ached in the metal silence 
of her dreams.


by Richard Brautigan | |

The Fever Monument

 I walked across the park to the fever monument.
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains.
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque read We got hot and died.


by Richard Brautigan | |

Xerox Candy Bar

 Ah,
you're just a copy
of all the candy bars
I've ever eaten.


by Richard Brautigan | |

-2

 Everybody wants to go to bed 
with everybody else, they're
lined up for blocks, so I'll 
go to bed with you.
They won't miss us.


by Richard Brautigan | |

Boo Forever

 Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.


by Richard Brautigan | |

Deer Tracks

 Beautiful, sobbing 
high-geared fucking 
and then to lie silently 
like deer tracks in the 
freshly-fallen snow beside 
the one you love.
That's all.


by Richard Brautigan | |

The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again

 I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, 
thinking about you.
Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free.
Perhaps everything would have been different if you had stayed at the table or asked me to go out with you to look at the moon, instead of getting up and leaving me alone with her.


by Richard Brautigan | |

The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem

 For Marcia


Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural 
that I should think of you as the 
correct time:
with your long blonde hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
I know I'm right.