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

     feel beautiful.

            3 A.M 10:52 A.M

             January 15, 1967 August 10, 2004

Posted by Jeff G. @ 4:52pm
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Comments (10)

  1. That’s deep, man.

    Deep.

  2. Ugh. Please don’t mention penis and Michael ”No Chalupa Left Behind” Mooore in the same sentence again….. I’m gonna hurl.

  3. That was incredibly beautiful, Jeff.

  4. I like the way you juxtapose “Michael” with the counterintuitive “Moore” creating a resonant & sympathetic tone vis your “penis.”

  5. Famous Dancers art prints and posters – framed, bound.

  6. i already upgraded my family car to Hybrid to help the environment.”`”

  7. hybrid cars are energy efficient compared to diesel or gas powered cars.;-*

  8. i like hybrid cars because they are more energy efficient compared to petrol engines,’~

  9. toyota and other car manfucaturers should step up the production of Hybrid Cars’-~

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