Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsichord.
I want high school report cards
     to look like this:

Playing with Gentle Glass Things

Computer Magic

Writing Letters to Those You Love

Finding out about Fish

Marcia’s Long Blonde Beauty

Richard Brautigan

I live in the Twentieth Century

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

Richard Brautigan


i lost the poem
i woke up with.
it was dangerous
something beautiful
about victory
and danger
i woke up with it
spilling into the white
of your room the fat brown towers
of boxes
packed tight
with your whole

the beautiful poem
slipped away
and there you were
your magnificent

inside the night
i bit you.
am i compelled
to act like such a shit
around you, i mean,
i like you
a lot.
you kick my ass
with your eyes,
every glance,
i’m struck
yet i can’t
chewing your arm
like the excitable puppy
i become
in your presence.

i must confess
i live
for this exquisite
rushing like coffee
through all my body’s
the luxury
of your hands
at my throat
before sleep.

lucky me,
i get to fall
to sleep
the sun. there she is,
sleeping darkly
like the cat
on the chair,
like she commands
in the light.

this girl
is a meal
am i making
that clear
a crescendo
of sleep
keeping me awake
and biting.

Michelle Tea (from "The Beautiful")