The Flowerburgers Albatrossburgers
Part 4
Baudelaire Michael Moore opened
up a hamburger stand
in San Francisco Flint, Michigan
but he put flowers albatross filets
between the buns.
People would come in
and say, “Give me a
hamburger with plenty
of onions on it.”
Baudelaire Michael Moore would give
them a[n] flowerburger albatrossburger
instead and the people
would say, “What kind
of hamburger stand rhino-hipped asshole
is this
are you, anyway?”
[“And incidentally, this
tastes just like
chicken. But I’ll bet
you already knew
that, didn’t you?
Fat ass…”]
Brautigan sure does get a kick out of editorializing at the end of poetry.
He gets to include all the things he forgot to include in 1968. Which excites him. Is my guess.
That was beautiful. I actually have a little tear in my eye.
I don’t care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I’m bored.
Becase even the werewolf
was beautiful in the forest.
Evil, crying, and sinking…
his boat
was only five inches shorter
than a taxicab.
More importantly…
Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it’s natural…
[and] correct… [and]
I know I’m right.
(At least among the crabs,
hundreds of crabs.)
They eat
like cigars.
[also, of course]
Be you drunken ceaselessly….
-Best-