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.
— Richard Brautigan, “Deer Tracks”
This is a collection of poetry that makes me go "oof."
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2013-03-04
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2012-08-08
For Fear You Will Be Alone
For fear you will be alone
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all.Richard Brautigan
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2012-08-02
It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.— Richard Brautigan
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2011-06-09
Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that was
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light.
Richard Brautigan -
2011-06-08
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster
When you take your pill
it’s like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside of you.
Richard Brautigan -
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Nice Ass
There is so much lost
and so much gained
in these words.
Richard Brautigan -
2011-06-07
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s 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 harpsichord.
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+!
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Real Estate
I have emotions
that are like newspapers that
read themselves.
I go for days at a time
trapped in the want ads.
I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:
18 rooms
$37,000
I’m yours
ghosts and all.
Richard Brautigan -
2011-06-06
Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes
Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.
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The Second Kingdom
In the first kingdom
of the stars,
everything is always
half-beautiful.Your fingernails
are angels
sleeping after
a long night
of making love.The sound of
your eyes: snow
coming down
the stairs
of the wind.Your hair
is the color
of God picking
flowers.In the second
kingdom of the stars
there is onlyyou
Richard Brautigan
