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 river.
The trout hid in subways, castles
and automobiles. They waited patiently
for the dinosaurs Michael Moore to go finally waddle away,
[and for America to return to her senses.]

Posted by Jeff G. @ 6:08pm
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Comments (4)

  1. It’s really catchy if you sing it to the melody of Talking Heads “Take me to the River”.  Sort of. 

    Maybe there’s a better one but I haven’t found it yet…

  2. It’s nice to see protein wisdom rectify the grievous trout deficit in recent postings.

  3. Love your post!! Finally someone got it right!!! Would you mind if I put a blogroll link back to your post? :)

  4. perfect
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