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Written by Richard Brautigan |


 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?

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Color As Beginning

 Forget love 
I want to die 
in your yellow hair

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Haiku Ambulance

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

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Written by Richard Brautigan |

At the California Institute of Technology

 I don't care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I'm bored.
It's been raining like hell all day long and there's nothing to do.
Written January 24, 1967 while poet-in-residence at the California Institute of Technology.

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Love Poem

 My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing

Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door
You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror, Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime Yet leaping before apopleptic streetcars— Misfit in any space.
And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar system.
Only With words and people and love you move at ease; In traffic of wit expertly maneuver And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.
Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel, Your lipstick grinning on our coat, So gaily in love's unbreakable heaven Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.
Be with me, darling, early and late.
Smash glasses— I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break.

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Less Time

 Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account
of everything, there you have it.
I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some others; I've distributed some pamphelts to the plants, but not all were willing to accpet them.
I've kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the re-entrance is on the other.
You see what you still have to do.
Hours, grief, I don't keep a reasonable account of them; I'm alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no one passes (underline passes).
You don't know this man? It's Mr.
May I introduce Madam Madam? And their children.
Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don't know exactly what they turn back on.
I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me.
Shall I go to A, return to B, change at X? Yes, of course I'll change at X.
Provided I don't miss the connection with boredom! There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God's perpendicular.

Written by Richard Brautigan |

We Stopped at Perfect Days

 We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Its Raining In Love

 I don't know what it is,
 but I distrust myself
 when I start to like a girl
 a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things or perhaps I start to examine, evaluate, compute what I am saying.
If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?" and she says, "I don't know," I start thinking : Does she really like me? In other words I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said, "It's twenty times better to be friends with someone than it is to be in love with them.
" I think he's right and besides, it's raining somewhere, programming flowers and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.
BUT if a girl likes me a lot and starts getting real nervous and suddenly begins asking me funny questions and looks sad if I give the wrong answers and she says things like, "Do you think it's going to rain?" and I say, "It beats me," and she says, "Oh," and looks a little sad at the clear blue California sky, I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time instead of me.

Written 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+!

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Just Because

 Just because
people love your mind, 
doesn't mean they 
have to have 
your body, 

Written 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.

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Boo Forever

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

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Donner Party

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

Written by Richard Brautigan |

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4

Get enough food to eat, and eat it.
Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there.
Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it.

Written by Richard Brautigan |

My Nose Is Growing Old

A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true.
I'm 31 and my nose is growing old.
It starts about 1/2 an inch below the bridge and strolls geriatrically down for another inch or so: stopping.
Fortunately, the rest of the nose is comparatively young.
I wonder if girls will want me with an old nose.
I can hear them now the heartless bitches! "He's cute but his nose is old.