So since one person, just one person, took note of a less than usually recognized author I'm instituting a "What do you mean you don't know Brautigan?!" poetry corner. Now sure I could have fun and post chapters from any one of his wonderful novels but we're going to start with poetry. Why? Because, frankly, it's easier for me to transcribe. So here we go.
The Beautiful Poem
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.
Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.
Richard Brautigan, The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster, 1968.