Richard Brautigan

At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage betweenan avocado and a fish head
I have to get out of bedto write this down withoutmy glasses on

HE
SY OF
UT
NG IN

The sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey
I've never had it done so gently before
You have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds

I like to think (andthe sooner the better
)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammals and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching clear sky
I like to think(right now, please
)of a cybernetic forestfille...

Ah,you're just a copyof all the candy barsI've ever eaten

I walked across the park to the fever monument
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque
We got hot and died

HE
CK
The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grewtoo close together
The creek was like 12, 845 telephonebooths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doorstaken off and all the backs of the booths knocked out

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams

The petals of the vagina unfoldlike Christopher Columbustaking off his shoes
Is there anything more beautifulthan the bow of a shiptouching a new world

It's nightand a numbered beautylapses at the wind,chortles with the branches of a tree,  giggles,plays shadow dancewith a dead kite,cajoles affectionfrom falling leaves,and knows four other things
One is the colorof your hair

SS
OR
UT
NG         IN

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know