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Discovery

The petals of the vagina unfold

like Christopher Columbus

taking off his shoes.

Is there anything more beautiful

than the bow of a ship

touching a new world?

by Richard Brautigan

To England

There are no postage stamps that send letters

back to England three centuries ago,

no postage stamps that make letters

travel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,

and John Donne stands looking out the window,

it is just beginning to rain this April morning,

and the birds are falling into the trees

like chess pieces into an unplayed game,

by Richard Brautigan

Donner Party

Forsaken, fucking in the cold,

eating each other, lost

runny noses,

complaining all the time

like so many

people

that we know

by Richard Brautigan

The Fever Monument

I walked across the park to the fever monument.

It was in the center of a glass square surrounded

by red flowers and fountains. The monument

was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque read

We got hot and died.

by Richard Brautigan

Man

With his hat on

he's about five inches taller

than a taxicab.

by Richard Brautigan

Autobiography (Polish It Like A Piece Of Silver)

I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas.

What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too."

A very old man who has cancer on his face and takes

care of the cemetery, is raking a grave in such a

manner as to almost (polish it like a piece of silver.

An old dog stands beside him. It's a hot day: 105.

What am I doing out here in west Texas, standing in

a cemetery? The old man wonders about that, too.

by Richard Brautigan

Surprise

I lift the toilet seat

as if it were the nest of a bird

and I see cat tracks

all around the edge of the bowl.

by Richard Brautigan

The Lake Josephus Days

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the

good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the

Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and

then to Lake Josephus, and a few days after that up the trail

to Hell-diver Lake with the baby on my shoulders and a good

limit of trout waiting in Hell-diver.

Knowing the trout would wait there like airplane tickets

for us to come, we stopped at Mushroom Springs and had a

by Richard Brautigan

Kafka's Hat

With the rain falling

surgically against the roof,

I ate a dish of ice cream

that looked like Kafka's hat.

It was a dish of ice cream

tasting like an operating table

with the patient staring

up at the ceiling.

by Richard Brautigan

San Francisco

This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard

Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author is unknown.

By accident, you put

Your money in my

Machine (#4)

By accident, I put

My money in another

Machine (#6)

by Richard Brautigan

15%

she tries to get things

out of men

that she can't get

because she's not

15% prettier

by Richard Brautigan

Yes, the Fish Music

A trout-colored wind blows

through my eyes, through my fingers,

and I remember how the trout

used to hide from the dinosaurs

when they came to drink at the river.

The trout hid in subways, castles,

and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.

by Richard Brautigan