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The Silver Stairs of Ketchikan

2 A.M. is the best time to climb the silver stairs of Ketchikan and go up into the trees and the dark prowling deer. When my wife gets out of bed to feed the baby at 2 A.M., she turns on all the lights in Ketchikan and people start banging on the doors…

4 miesiące temu

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I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before

For M The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I've never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds.

4 miesiące temu

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The Double-Bed Dream Gallows

Driving through hot brushy country in the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a barbed-wire fence. I guess as a kind of advertisement to other hawks, saying from the pages of a leading women's magazine, "She's beautiful, but burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here…

4 miesiące temu

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Map Shower

For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair.

4 miesiące temu

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Adrenalin Mother

Adrenalin Mother, with your dress of comets and shoes of swift bird wings and shadow of jumping fish, thank you for touching, understanding and loving my life. Without you, I am dead.

4 miesiące temu

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Education

There is a woman on the Klamath River who has five hundred children in the basement, stuffed like hornets into a mud nest. Great Sparrow is their father. Once a day he pulls a red wagon between them and that's all they know.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Your Departure Versus the Hindenburg

Every time we say good-bye I see it as an extension of the Hindenburg: that great 1937 airship exploding in medieval flames like a burning castle above New Jersey. When you leave the house, the shadow of the Hindenburg enters to take your place.

4 miesiące temu

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Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only

For Emmett Death is a beautiful car parked only to be stolen on a street lined with trees whose branches are like the intestines of an emerald. You hotwire death, get in, and drive away like a flag made from a thousand burning funeral parlors.…

4 miesiące temu

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The First Winter Snow

Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body. Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal nature. Three months ago you were like a deer staring at the first winter snow.…

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Discovery

The petals of the vagina unfold like Christopher Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship touching a new world?

4 miesiące temu

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Oranges

Oh, how perfect death computes an orange wind that glows from your footsteps, and you stop to die in an orchard where the harvest fills the stars.

4 miesiące temu

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The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem

For Marcia Because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, I know I'm right.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Horse Child Breakfast

Horse child breakfast, what are you doing to me? with your long blonde legs? with your long blonde face? with your long blonde hair? with your perfect blonde ass? I swear I'll never be the same again! Horse child breakfast what you're doing to me, I want done forever.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Private Eye Lettuce*

Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce, the name and drawing of a detective with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man's imagination and his desire to name the objects of this world. I think I'll call this place Golgotha…

4 miesiące temu

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