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Gadus Sep 2014
flailing water wings down by the riverbed
because a sun drought treats you colder
  whistle the names of the tight-lipped
  ghosts whose hunger pangs    
on
     and
on

Worthwhile reaching out
Hellbent on riches

No One
Believed
You

and now you believe in nothing.
What else is there to believe?
Smoldering giants in the undertow
thats what!

Draw a gentle rock and pry it from
its gums

          
          flying was the greatest mistake
Cristina Relange Aug 2014
I have emotions
that are like newspapers that
read themselves.

I go for days at a time
trapped in the want ads.

I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:
18 rooms
$37,000
Iā€™m yours
ghosts and all.
- Richard Brautigan
Not an original poem. Work written by Richard Brautigan.
nushki Apr 2014
I have a 75 watt, glare free, long life
Harmony House light bulb in my toilet.
I have been living in the same apartment
for over two years now
and that bulb just keeps burning away.
I believe that it is fond of me.

- Richard Brautigan
Richard Brautigan (1935 ā€“ 1984)
nushki Apr 2014
One day
Time will die
And love will bury it.

- Richard Brautigan
Richard Brautigan (1935 ā€“ 1984)

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