For some reason they have left off possibly my favorite Brautigan poem:
I Cannot Answer You Tonight in Small Portions
I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy loves gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
From 'The Pill v. the Springhill Mine Disaster.'
It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.