I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy love’s gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
stars
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
skeletons.
Tag: Richard Brautigan
“Real Estate” by Richard Brautigan.
I have emotions
that are like newspapers that
read themselves.
I go for days at a time
trapped in the want ads.
I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:
18 rooms
$37,000
I’m yours
ghosts and all.
“A Boat” by Richard Brautigan.
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.
“The Second Kingdom” by Richard Brautigan.
In the first kingdom
of the stars,
everything is always
half-beautiful.
Your fingernails
are angels
sleeping after
a long night
of making love.
The sound of
your eyes: snow
coming down
the stairs
of the wind.
Your hair
is the color
of God picking
flowers.
In the second
kingdom of the stars
there is only
you.
“Your Catfish Friend” by Richard Brautigan.
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, “It’s beautiful
here by this pond.I wish
somebody loved me,”
I’d love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, “I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond?It seems like
a perfect place for them.”
“It’s Raining in Love” & “Please” by Richard Brautigan.
I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
—
Do you think of me
as often
as I think
of you?
“The Wait” by Richard Brautigan.
It seemed
like years
before
I picked
a bouquet
of kisses
off her mouth
and put them
into a dawn-colored vase
in
my
heart.
But
the wait
was worth it.
Because
I
was
in love.
“Romeo and Juliet” by Richard Brautigan.
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.
“Deer Tracks” by Richard Brautigan
Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
“Boo, Forever” by Richard Brautigan.
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.
