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A Sad Mistake

They approached him as if his mind
were a cactus, when it was really a colorful
old bus on its way through the desert.

William Michaelian
January 7, 2008

http://williammichaelian.com
http://recently-banned-literature.blogspot.com

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Brautigan

I find myself
Reading a dead man’s poems
And wondering
If he’ll have time
To talk with me

Copyright ©2006 Cecil (CJ) Krieger

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See also Tributes in the form of Poems

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Boise, hot and black...

whenever I would come to visit you,
the second thing you would do was
put on a pot of coffee.
6 scoops of coffee.
6 cups of water.
You owned only two old mugs;
one had a picture of an angel,
the other, a map of Idaho.

Copyright 2007 Greg (Gregor, Sad Old Goth, et.al.) Spencer

http://www.sadoldgoth.blogspot.com

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Brautigan's Death

When you died I'd expect you to climb an apple tree,
a blue scarf tied smartly around your neck.
I'd expect you to stand by yourself, on the air, under
the branches, under the black, soundless sun.
Instead, you pointed a shotgun at your own head.
Your arms must have been very long.

Steven Page

http://www.geocities.com/conanando/poetry.html

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llámalo como te sientas

richard se comió un sapo
y murió

y no puedes
no podrás saberlo nunca

por que no es algo que se lleve
fácilmente en la chamarra
para que lo sepas

de repente un sapo grande
se sienta en el corazón
y es como para ya no darse cuenta

richard vio saltar un sapo
en su última borrachera
corrió tras él y se lo tragó

ahora sólo llámalo
como te sientas

ismael velázquez juárez
http://www.ismaelvelazquez.com

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From Ancient Acid Flashes Back
by Adrian C. Louis?



Adrian C. Louis's hardhitting and edgy tenth volume of poetry is derived from recollections of the poet's wild times in San Francisco in the late sixties.

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