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Exhaustion

Two poems by Richard Brautigan, which I first read lying in a hammock in Brazil…

The Nature Poem

The moon

is Hamlet

on a motorcycle

coming down

a dark road.

He is wearing

a black leather

jacket and

boots.

I have

nowhere

to go.

I will ride

all night.

Widow’s Lament

It’s not quite cold enough

to go borrow some firewood

from the neighbors.

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This entry was posted on September 21, 2009 at 12:43 am and is filed under Not a Poet, The sun has gone to bed.. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

2 Responses to “Exhaustion”

  1. D Says:
    September 23, 2009 at 2:50 pm | Reply

    Man, I just LOVE the Widow’s Lament.
    So timeless, sad and true.
    Thank you for introducing me to him oh so long ago.

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