


Richard Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – circa September 14, 1984)
Haiku Ambulance
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
I feel horrible. She doesn't
I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
Surprise
I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.
I encourage you all to delve deep into the world of Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar is a particularly good start.
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cat trax
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