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.
by richard brautigan
1 Comments:
Stumbled across this site while searching for a Denis Johnson poem. I had just about forgotten completely Richard Brautigan. Thank you.
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