I Live In The Twentieth Century (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I live in the Twentieth Centuryand you lie here beside me. Youwere unhappy when you fell asleep.There was nothing I ...
I live in the Twentieth Centuryand you lie here beside me. Youwere unhappy when you fell asleep.There was nothing I ...
O beautifulwas the werewolfin his evil forest.We took himto the carnivaland he startedcryingwhen he sawthe Ferris wheel.Electricgreen and red tearsflowed ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas.What did Judy say? 'God-forsaken is beautiful, too.'A very old man who ...
Hinged to forgetfulnesslike a door,she slowly closed out ofsight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept ...
Oh, Marcia,I want your long blonde beautyto be taught in high school,so kids will learn that Godlives like music in ...
I like to think (andthe sooner the better!)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammels and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching ...
At 1:30 in the morning a fartsmells like a marriage betweenan avocado and a fish head.I have to get out ...
The petals of the vagina unfoldlike Christofer Columbustaking off his shoes.Is there anything more beautifulthan the bow of a shiptouching ...
Beautiful, sobbinghigh-geared fuckingand then to lie silentlylike deer tracks in thefreshly-fallen snow besidethe one you love.That's all.(Richard Brautigan)
Thinking hard about youI got on the busand paid 30 cents car fareand asked the driver for two transfersbefore discoveringthat ...
Forsaken, fucking in the cold,eating each other, lostrunny noses,complaining all the timelike so manypeoplethat we know(Richard Brautigan)
I feel horrible. She doesn'tlove me and I wander aroundlike a sewing machinethat's just finished sewinga turd to a garbage ...
Everybody wants to go to bedwith everybody else, they'relined up for blocks, so I'llgo to bed with you. They won'tmiss ...
Spinning like a ghoston the bottom of atop,I'm haunted by allthe space that Iwill live withoutyou.(Richard Brautigan)
she tries to get thingsout of menthat she can't getbecause she's not15% prettier(Richard Brautigan)
I don't care how God-damn smartthese guys are: I'm bored.(Richard Brautigan)
I don't know what it is,but I distrust myselfwhen I start to like a girla lot.(Richard Brautigan)
A piece of green pepperfelloff the wooden salad bowl:so what?(Richard Brautigan)
Forget loveI want to diein your yellow hair(Richard Brautigan)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as ...
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from ...
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was ...
For Marcia Because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you ...
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 ...
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