Richard Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
green and red tears
his furry cheeks.
like a boat
out on the dark
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