Richard Brautigan Poems

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
...

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
...

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammels and computers
...

At 1:30 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
...

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
...

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
...

I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
...