It’s Raining in Love par Richard Brautigan I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
A Boat par Richard Brautigan O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again par Richard Brautigan I sit here, an arch-villain of rom thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr I made you unhappy, but there was I could do about it because I hav Perhaps everything would have been
Discovery par 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
Kafka’s Hat par Richard Brautigan With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Tournesol par 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
Love Poem par Richard Brautigan It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them 1
Private Eye Lettuce par 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
I’Ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before par Richard Brautigan The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
