It's Raining in Love
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It makes me nervous. I don't say the right things or perhaps I start to examine, evaluate, compute what I am saying.…
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I Lie Here in a Strange Girl's Apartment
For Marcia I lie here in a strange girl's apartment. She has poison oak, a bad sunburn and is unhappy. She moves about the place like distant gestures of solemn glass. She opens and closes things. She turns the water on, and she turns the water off.…
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Love Poem
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.
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Star Hole
I sit here on the perfect end of a star, watching light pour itself toward me. The light pours itself through a small hole in the sky. I'm not very happy, but I can see how things are faraway.
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San Francisco
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) By accident, I put My money in another Machine (#6) On purpose, I put Your clothes in the…
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Flowers for Those You Love
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker, anybody can get VD, including those you love. Please see a doctor if you think you've got it. You'll feel better afterwards and so will those you love.
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November 3
I'm sitting in a cafe, drinking a Coke. A fly is sleeping on a paper napkin. I have to wake him up, so I can wipe my glasses. There's a pretty girl I want to look at.
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Milk for the Duck
ZAP! unlaid / for 20 days my sexual image isn't worth a shit. If I were dead I couldn't attract a female fly.
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December 24
She's mending the rain with her hair. She's turning the darkness on. Glue / switch! That's all I have to report.
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The Beautiful Poem
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately. Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes me feel beautiful. 3 A.M. January 15, 1967
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Your Love
Your love Somebody else needs it I don't.
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A Young Poet
No forms have I to bring except handkerchiefs wet with neon tears, and pumpkin pictures of the country where a man is closer to the dirt of his seed. No forms have I to bring except spidery old people living in webby houses and waiting to die.…
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The World Will Never End
Death has many little children and a drunk blindman pukes on the sidewalk and then slips in the puke and falls down and no one will help him because he is dirty…
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Winter Sunset
A slash of scarlet On the black hair Of a wounded bear.
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The Whorehouse at the Top of Mount Rainier
Baudelaire climbed to the top of Mount Rainier, thinking all the time that he was going to a whorehouse where there would be Eskimo women. When Baudelaire reached the top of Mount Rainier and realized where he was and the mistake that he had made, Baudelaire shit his pants.
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When the Star Stops Counting the Sky
In all the space between nothing Where a kingdom could have existed a thing bird flies around the moment of her wings In the beginning of oblivion.
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When I Was a Piece of Death
when I was a piece of death, roaming in a land of death when I was a rainbow lost in a candy shop when I was a cat a big black cat with hot blood dripping from my teeth when I was a flower fresh as a piece of the sun oh, when I was ...
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Waiting Potatoes
Potatoes await like edible shadows under the ground. They wait in their darkness for the light of the soup.
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Twelve Roman Soldier and an Oatmeal Cookie
While they talked the seven-year-old girl listened quietly and her eyes were like mice hiding in the hay. The twelve Roman soldiers stared at her naked body. Each one of them had a long silver spear and it shone brightly in the moonlight. The Roman soldiers stood…
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They Keep Coming Down the Dark Streets
Gangs of teen-agers carrying chains and switchblade knives. I saw one of them busted open, blood running down his temples. —I'll kill him! the boy screamed. He was about fourteen. —I'll kill him!…
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