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 ...
Richard Brautigan Poems (72 Poems)
A Boat (Richard Brautigan Poems)
O beautifulwas the werewolfin his evil forest.We took himto the carnivaland he startedcryingwhen he sawthe Ferris wheel.Electricgreen and red tearsflowed ...
Autobiography (Polish It Like A Piece of Silver) (Richard Brautigan Poems)
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 Forgetfulness Like A Door (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Hinged to forgetfulnesslike a door,she slowly closed out ofsight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept ...
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting To Rain (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Oh, Marcia,I want your long blonde beautyto be taught in high school,so kids will learn that Godlives like music in ...
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I like to think (andthe sooner the better!)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammels and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching ...
December 30 (Richard Brautigan Poems)
At 1:30 in the morning a fartsmells like a marriage betweenan avocado and a fish head.I have to get out ...
Discovery (Richard Brautigan Poems)
The petals of the vagina unfoldlike Christofer Columbustaking off his shoes.Is there anything more beautifulthan the bow of a shiptouching ...
Deer Tracks (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Beautiful, sobbinghigh-geared fuckingand then to lie silentlylike deer tracks in thefreshly-fallen snow besidethe one you love.That's all.(Richard Brautigan)
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Thinking hard about youI got on the busand paid 30 cents car fareand asked the driver for two transfersbefore discoveringthat ...
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I feel horrible. She doesn'tlove me and I wander aroundlike a sewing machinethat's just finished sewinga turd to a garbage ...
Donner Party (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Forsaken, fucking in the cold,eating each other, lostrunny noses,complaining all the timelike so manypeoplethat we know(Richard Brautigan)
-2 (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Everybody wants to go to bedwith everybody else, they'relined up for blocks, so I'llgo to bed with you. They won'tmiss ...
Boo, Forever (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Spinning like a ghoston the bottom of atop,I'm haunted by allthe space that Iwill live withoutyou.(Richard Brautigan)
15% (Richard Brautigan Poems)
she tries to get thingsout of menthat she can't getbecause she's not15% prettier(Richard Brautigan)
At the California Institute of Technology (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I don't care how God-damn smartthese guys are: I'm bored.(Richard Brautigan)
It’s Raining In Love (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I don't know what it is,but I distrust myselfwhen I start to like a girla lot.(Richard Brautigan)
Haiku Ambulance (Richard Brautigan Poems)
A piece of green pepperfelloff the wooden salad bowl:so what?(Richard Brautigan)
Color As Beginning (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Forget loveI want to diein your yellow hair(Richard Brautigan)
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
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 (Richard Brautigan Poem)
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as ...
Yes, the Fish Music (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from ...
Surprise (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was ...
The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem (Richard Brautigan Poem)
For Marcia Because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you ...
To England (Richard Brautigan Poem)
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
Tournesol (Richard Brautigan Poem)
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
Please (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Do you think of me as often as I think of you? (Richard Brautigan)
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...