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Autobiography (polish It Like A Piece Of Silver)
© Richard Brautigan
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas.
What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too."
A very old man who has cancer on his face and takes
care of the cemetery, is raking a grave in such a
manner as to almost (polish it like a piece of silver.
At the California Institute of Technology
© Richard Brautigan
Written January 24, 1967
while poet-in-residence at
the California Institute of
Technology.
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
© Richard Brautigan
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammels and computers
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love
© Richard Brautigan
Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
15%
© Richard Brautigan
she tries to get things
out of men
that she can't get
because she's not
15% prettier
The Beautiful Poem
© Richard Brautigan
Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.
San Francisco
© Richard Brautigan
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)
Love Poem
© Richard Brautigan
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn't
© Richard Brautigan
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.
Donner Party
© Richard Brautigan
Forsaken, fucking in the cold,
eating each other, lost
runny noses,
complaining all the time
Discovery
© Richard Brautigan
The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Deer Tracks
© Richard Brautigan
Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
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© Richard Brautigan
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.
The Fever Monument
© Richard Brautigan
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.
Romeo and Juliet
© Richard Brautigan
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
The Meteorite
© Clive Staples Lewis
Among the hills a meteorite
Lies huge; and moss has overgrown,
And wind and rain with touches light
Made soft, the contours of the stone.
The Country of the Blind
© Clive Staples Lewis
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men,
Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long
Process, clearly, a slow curse,
Drained through centuries, left them thus.
