Poems by Richard Brautigan.

When i write this kind of stuff, I think it's stupid. But I like it when R.B. does it, it's nice to see, it makes it a bit more okay. 

LOADING MERCURY WITH A PITCHFORK

Loading mercury with a pitchfork
your truck is almost full. The neighbors
take a certain pride in you. They
stand around watching.

IT’S TIME TO TRAIN YOURSELF

It’s time to train yourself
to sleep alone again
and it’s so fucking hard.

THE ACT OF:
DEATH-DEFYING AFFECTION

The act of: death-defying affection
insures the constancy of the stars
and their place at the beginning of
everything.

INFORMATION

Any thought that I have right now
isn’t worth a shit because I’m totally
fucked up.

WE MEET. WE TRY. NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT

We meet. We try. Nothing happens, but
afterwards we are always embarrassed
when we see each other. We look away.

IMPASSE

I talked a good hello
but she talked an even
better good-bye.

THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING
IN YOUR OWN FACE

There are days when that is the last place
in the world where you want to be but you
have to be there, like a movie, because it
features you.

FOR FEAR YOU WILL BE ALONE

For fear you will be alone
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all

EVERYTHING INCLUDES US

The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.

I’LL AFFECT YOU SLOWLY

I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having
a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain.

AT THE GUESS OF A SIMPLE HELLO

At the guess of a simple hello
it can all begin
toward crying yourself to sleep,
wondering where the fuck
she is.

SEXUAL ACCIDENT

The sexual accident
that turned out to be your wife,
the mother of your children
and the end of our life, is home
cooking dinner for all your friends.

FUCK ME LIKE FRIED POTATOES

Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.

THE CURVE OF FORGOTTEN THINGS

Things slowly curve out of sight
Until they are gone. Afterwards
 Only the curve
 Remains.

DIVE-BOMBING THE LOWER EMOTIONS

I was dive-bombing the lower
emotions on a typical yesterday
 after
I had sworn never to do it again.
I guess never’s too long a time to stay
out of the cockpit
with the wind screaming down the wings
and the target almost praying itself into your
sights.

EARLY SPRING MUD PUDDLE
AT AN OFF ANGLE
That’s how I
feel.

NOBODY KNOWS
WHAT THE PORTFOLIO IS WORTH

Nobody knows what the Portfolio is worth
but it’s better than sitting on your hands,
I keep telling myself.