Category Archives for Poems from 196x, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brauti
A poem from 195x, revised by the ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2011
Tweetportrait of a man What would you do if the rain fell up? Me? Yeah. Get used to living on a cloud, a hideous formation of deadly greenhouse gases that are conspiring, through the unnatural industry of parasitic man, to … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2005
TweetAutomatic Anthole Driven by hunger, I Michael Moore had another forced bachelor multi-course dinner tonight. I He had a lot of trouble making up my his mind whether to eat Chinese food or have a hamburger. God, I he hate[s] … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-fifth in a series)
TweetAdrenalin Mother Adrenalin Mother, with your dress of comets and shoes of swift bird wings and shadow of jumping fish, thank you for touching, understanding and loving my life. Without you, I am dead would probably end up like Michael … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-fourth in a series)
TweetHey, Bacon! The moon like: mischievous bacon crisps its desire (while) I harbor myself Michael Moore harbors himself toward two a half-dozen eggs over easy [and a drum of butterscotch syrup — which he rolls around in like a hog … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-third in a series)
TweetHaiku Michael Moore Ambulance A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what? Just leave it. [Michael Moore will lap it off the floor later — along with those peanut shells, and that dollop of guacamole … Continue reading
A Poem from 1967, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-second in a series)
TweetThe Beautiful Poem I go to bed in Los Angeles Denver thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately. Knowing it has been inside is not attached you twice today to Michael Moore … Continue reading
A Poem from 1966, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-first in a series)
Tweet“The Pomegranate Michael Moore Circus” I am desolate in dimension circling the sky like a rainy bird, wet from toe to crown wet from bill to wing. I feel like a drowned king at the pomegranate Michael Moore circus. I … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twentieth in a series)
TweetA 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. Michael Moore eating a corndog. Electric Deepfried green and red tears golden brown … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (nineteenth in a series)
TweetYes, the Fish Music A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs Michael Moore when they he came to drink at eat donuts beside the river. … Continue reading
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (eighteenth in a series)
TweetKarma Repair Kit: Items 1 – [5] 1. Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3. Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the … Continue reading
