Category: Poems from 196x, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brauti

February 28, 2005

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2005

Automatic 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] eating …

November 9, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-seventh in a series)

A Postcard from Chinatown

The Chinese smoke opium

in their bathrooms.

They all get in the bathroom

and lock the door.

The old people sit in the tub

and the children sit

on the floor.

[Meanwhile just down the

street …

October 28, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-sixth in a series)

Map Shower Whopper with cheese Shower

                           for Marcia the Burger King

I want your hair cardboard crown

to cover me with maps in Whoppers with cheese

of new places and extra mayo

so everywhere I go

will be as beautiful cheesy and …

October 15, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-fifth in a series)

Adrenalin 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 Moore,…

September 22, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-fourth in a series)

Hey, 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 …

August 18, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-third in a series)

Haiku 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…

August 10, 2004

A Poem from 1967, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-second in a series)

The 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 makes me…

July 28, 2004

A Poem from 1966, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-first in a series)

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 vowed last year

that …

July 22, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twentieth in a series)

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. Michael Moore eating a corndog.

Electric Deepfried

green and red tears golden brown …

July 13, 2004

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (nineteenth in a series)

Yes, 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 …

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