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A Hard Day's Work

I came home from Muse. My wife said, "Did you have a hard day writing poems, honey?" "I sure did," I said, "I'm pooped." "That's too bad, honey," my wife said, and then she started to frighted the tiredness away with gentleness.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Untitled (I Am Waiting Anxiously)

I am waiting anxiously for Hollywood to buy this book and pay umpity-ump cash for it and turn it into a super-collosal spectacle the ten thousand extras; 2,000 horses, 52 lions, 60 king cobras, and every Hollywood actress who has been divorced over five times.…

4 miesiące temu

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Days

I have lived in the days of tigers. I have seen hot blood drippinsg off their fangs. I have lived in the days of flowers. I have seen smiles dripping off their peace.

4 miesiące temu

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Will My Soul Walk in the Rain?

Tommorrow morning warm spring rain will fall on my grave. Will my soul be under the ground and asleep? Or will if be out walking in the warm spring rain? Tomorrow morning I will find out.

4 miesiące temu

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Something

There is something in me that finds peaoce only when it is in the forest, only when it is walking on the floor of the forest and is surrounded by trees.

4 miesiące temu

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The Gentle Hunter

Yes, I, too, have hunted for love in the valley of the heart. Yes, I, too, Have gone home empty-handed, sometimes crying, sometimes just staring straight ahead but seeing nothing.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Hurry, Young Lovers

Hurry, young lovers and love while you can. Kis and caress and love while you can. Taste and devour and love while you can. Because soon death will blow your fire out. And only ashes will remain.

4 miesiące temu

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A Butcher Knife

"Bring on tomorrow! Bring her on! Bring her on!" yelled a man drunk with life. Tomorrow came and cut his throat with a butcher knife.

4 miesiące temu

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When My Soul Didn't Love Me

Once upon a sad weird there lived a girl who was my beautiful soul given form. So, of course, I loved here a cash-registerful. But she didn't love me a penny. It was very sad and weird having my soul not love me.

4 miesiące temu

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In the Days of the Swans

I remember being a child in a park where there was a lake that floated beautiful white swans on dark water. I remember sitting along the shore with childehood fantasies flying around like butterflies in my brain.…

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

The Haunted Heart

Life's greated tragedy is the haunted heard. In which a huge love presides. A love that cannot be resolved, that cannot fine the meaing of a kiss, the peace of an embrace. Always there is a man who loves a woman that does not love hom.…

4 miesiące temu

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