Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Two Poems for Richard Brautigan
A perverse mystery...
in the afternoon of my life
I see the road ahead...
I don’t want to take it
but I have no choice...
it is my fate.
I stopped breathing the other day
It seemed the right thing to do;
My taxes are paid,
only death remains providing...
that the IRS doesn’t
come after me.
I would have to return because...
litigation outside a courtroom is
not allowed: it infringes upon a lawyer’s
right to their fees.
Not even death will prevail.
Brautigan is writing another book:
In Watermelon Sugar II or...
Trout Fishing in America II;
He won’t tell me.
In an age of clones
I’m not sure if it’s Brautigan’s Ghost or...
Brautigan’s Ghost II.
the end too
By: Homeless with a Laptop, That is my Name