At the California Institute of Technology by Richard Brautigan I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da and there’s nothing to do.
My Nose Is Growing Old by Richard Brautigan Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Autobiography (Polish It Like a Piece of Silver) by Richard Brautigan I am standing in the cemetery at What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken A very old man who has cancer on h care of the cemetery, is raking a manner as to almost (polish it lik
Tournesol by Richard Brautigan La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g Et dans le sac à main il y avait Que seule a respiré la marraine de
To England by Richard Brautigan There are no postage stamps that s back to England three centuries ag no postage stamps that make letter travel back until the grave hasn’t and John Donne stands looking out
Hinged to Forgetfulness Like a Door by Richard Brautigan Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Private Eye Lettuce by Richard Brautigan Three crates of Private Eye Lett the name and drawing of a detectiv with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin
Poker Star by Richard Brautigan It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
December 30 by Richard Brautigan 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
San Francisco by Richard Brautigan This poem was found written on a p Brautigan in a laundromat in San
