sits, a wet pear
under the tree beating
her laundry on river rocks
while she tickles trout
and half-listens
to browsing brontosaurii

she maps highways
out of long blonde hair,
massages her cortex
with the perfect butt
in black leather

in the bathroom, she smokes
opiates of her choosing,
comes out beautiful and long-
legged, the wiz
of chinese checkers

brautigan's girl dares
disturb the fly on the napkin,
lives in her tarpaper shack

brews the blackest
of coffees

brautigan's girl
knows the answer
to "do you think
it's going to rain?"

knows the answer
is a pinochle game

~

breakfast versus dead fish floating by
� 2003 by john e

if you fuck your girl
in a stagnant pool mid-morning
be sure to hide your hard-on
from the kid

(the water will swirl like dreams
in an infant's sleep,
your love stands on a ridge
stomping over-easy
everything)

never mind lunch

~

Brautigan's girl II
� 2003 by PJ Nights

hitchhikes on a hood ornament,
her face flat to the Big Sur.
She tunes her ears
to infrareds and builds
beehives of ultraviolet,

stuffs mud in wall cracks
to keep things cool.

She eats dinner
with catfish before
ever EVER
eating alone.

~

MiPo Print Brautigan Tribute '04