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
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again by 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
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
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love by Richard Brautigan Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans before discovering
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster by Richard Brautigan When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI In San Francisco around Easter t trout fishing in America peace par of red stickers printed and they p foreign cars, and on means of nati
Yes, the Fish Music by Richard Brautigan 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
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.
The Double-Bed Dream Gallows by Richard Brautigan Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
San Francisco by Richard Brautigan This poem was found written on a p Brautigan in a laundromat in San