Richard Brautigan Poems

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
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The sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
I've never had it done so gently before.
You have put a circle of castles
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Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it's true.
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Ah,
you're just a copy
of all the candy bars
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We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
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I sit here, an arch-villain of romance,
thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry
I made you unhappy, but there was nothing
I could do about it because I have to be free.
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A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
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