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.

With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka’s hat.

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

Forget love
I want to die
in your yellow hair

Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,

A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my finger
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the riv

We left Little Redfish for Lake
Knowing the trout would wait there
I hope someday we’ll have enough m
I caught the limit of trout within
My woman trailed silently behind,

This poem was found written on a p
Brautigan in a laundromat in San

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually

The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Is there anything more beautiful
than the bow of a ship