Treasure Island

Richard Brautigan

(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

A Boat


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.

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010

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