Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.
Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.
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Xerox Candy Bar was the first TRUE Poem, that I read that wasn’t a “Classic or a Continual Rhyme. It blew me away back in the mid 70s…Brautigan was someone “no one’ had ever heard (except for a few of his inner circle and Poet Majors).. In a time; when everyone was ‘trying to be someone ‘else’ Brautigan turns the Mirror upon ourselves .
Great Poem…
Oh I love the ‘keep writing poems’ comments. The man is dead, pity.
That was a very interesting poem, i was intrigued at the diversity and imaginition in this peice. I hope you continue writing poems. Two thumbs up, bravo!!!!