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.
Discovery by Richard Brautigan The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker by Richard Brautigan The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain by Richard Brautigan Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t by Richard Brautigan I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid. 1
My Nose Is Growing Old by Richard Brautigan Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa three-legged crow on the dandelion He was, of course, a Jew, a retir who had been torpedoed in the Nort
A Boat by Richard Brautigan O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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,
