Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork

A couple weeks ago S. and I hit the Richard Brautigan honey pot at the used bookstore (Babbit's Books). RB is one of my favorite authors and probably the writer that has influenced and inspired me most in my own writing. I dig em. His work has meant so much to me in so many different periods of my life. His style of poetry has been termed "Brautigans," characterized by short, often ironic, always honest dictum on the daily life of a weird Californian. Here's a few gems:

Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes

fuck me like fried potatoes

on the most beautifully hungry

morning of my God-damn life.

Autobiography (when the moon shines like a dead garage)

When the moon shines like a dead garage

I travel with gasoline ghosts down all those haunted

miles of the past, twenty-seven Model A miles an hour

in 1939, going to where I have forgotten.

I think I'll try a few of my own "Brautigans."

Exercise in Exorcism

there are two kinds of men at the gym

the kind who will ask you how to use the machine

and the kind that will stare at you like a lion

three machines away.

Death

asking for help

seems redundant

You Are a Powerline

A monolith

Static zinging in my ears

You're probably giving me cancer

but being near your electricity is probably worth

the chemo.