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Richard Brautigan

Richard Brautigan

A Boat

O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.

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Autres oeuvres par 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 da… and there’s nothing to do.
San Francisco

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Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America

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The Wait

It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
 2
I Live in the Twentieth Century

I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
I’Ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before

The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Coffee

Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
 3
Love Poem

It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
 1
Mating Saliva

A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
The Beautiful Poem

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Let’s Voyage into the New American House

There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Poker Star

It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
December 30

At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without



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