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Richard Brautigan

August 2, 2008 by Sineokov

Man :: Richard Brautigan

With his hat on
he’s about five inches taller
than a taxicab

— Richard Brautigan

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August 2, 2008 by Sineokov

Your Necklace Is Leaking :: Richard Brautigan

(For Marcia)

Your necklace is leaking
and blue light drips
from your beads to cover
your beautiful breasts
with a clear African dawn.

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July 5, 2008 by Sineokov

I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t :: Richard Brautigan

I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid

— Richard Brautigan

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