National Poetry Month: Issue 16

Taking a break from all the local poets I've been posting, to feature one of my favorites, Richard Brautigan. Every time I read his stuff it bends my mind. This one is from The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster. (It even has a reference to my book hidden in it. Ha!)

After Halloween Slump               by Richard Brautigan

My magic is down
My spells mope around
the house like sick old dogs
with bloodshot eyes
watering cold wet noses.

My charms are in a pile
in the corner like the
dirty shirts of a summer fatman.

One of my potions died
last night in the pot.
It looked like a cracked
Egyptian tablecloth.

Blogging off...


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