....moon
....June
....tune
....spoon
If I could think
Of some lines to go before,
I'd have a poem.
Or do I need To?
Brautigan could write
Something like:
'An eggplant peeling
Fell to the floor.
Who cares? '
And call it a poem!
And everyone would
Fall all over themselves
Praising him to high heaven.
When he realized
How insane this was,
He killed himself
George, Nicely written and funny. Welcome to the 'Nut house'! Peace, Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'He killed himself'......resist the temptation....for...moon...June...tune...spoon...is indeed a brilliant poem!