Let’s Voyage into the New American House by Richard Brautigan There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Boo, Forever by Richard Brautigan Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing boards across the creek. That was The boards dammed up the creek eno bathtub there, and the creek flowe invited like a postcard to the oce
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.
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,
I Live in the Twentieth Century by Richard Brautigan I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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
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