Poet: Richard Brautigan
Poem: San Francisco
Comment 1 of 1, added on October 27th, 2005 at 4:41 PM.
Seems a tad unfair that this constitutes half of the Brautigan collection here: seeing as he did not even write it.
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
Now thats a Brautigan poem.
A LYRICAL WANT, AN ENDOCRINE GLAND FANCY
A lyrical want, an endocrine gland fancy,
a telescope that I thought had no thorns
have lead me to a pain that I cannot pronounce.
It gathers around me like a convention of translators
for a language that does not exist with all those meetings
And that's another one.
from United Kingdom
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