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Hey, Bacon!

The moon like: mischievous bacon crisps its desire (while) I harbor myself toward two eggs over easy.

4 miesiące temu

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A Mid-February Sky Dance

Dance toward me, please, as if you were a star with light-years piled on top of your hair, smiling, and I will dance toward you as if I were darkness with bats piled like a hat on top of my head.

4 miesiące temu

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Lovers

I changed her bedroom: raised the ceiling four feet, removed all of her things (and the clutter of her life) painted the walls white, placed a fantastic calm in the room, a silence that almost had a scent, put her in a low brass bed with white satin covers,…

4 miesiące temu

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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 my glasses on.

4 miesiące temu

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Our Beautiful West Coast Thing

We are a coast people There is nothing but ocean out beyond us. —Jack Spicer I sit here dreaming long thoughts of California at the end of a November day below a cloudy twilight near the Pacific listening to the Mamas and the Papas THEY'RE GREAT…

4 miesiące temu

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Hey! This Is What It's All About

For Jeff Sheppard No publication No money No star No fuck A friend came over to the house a few days ago and read one of my poems. He came back today and asked to read the same poem over again. After he finished reading it, he said, "It makes me want…

4 miesiące temu

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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.…

4 miesiące temu

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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.…

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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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…

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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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

4 miesiące temu

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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.…

4 miesiące temu

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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…

4 miesiące temu

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