I think Brautigan was a genius
much better than the glorified Beatniks
I’m always for the underdog
and undiscovered stars.
He wrote In Watermelon Sugar
Trout fishing in America
and many other stories.
I liked his poetry the best
many of my favorite poems were written by him.
He sang with words like wounds
hurt open like the orphan he was
abandoned in poverty
he never knew his true father
for most of his time on earth
he mapped his misunderstood
life into luminous books
full of catfish friends,
lost loves, libraries,
Hamlet on a motorbike
and fragile Ophelia.
He wrote about werewolves crying
over Ferris wheels with streams
of neon colors flowing down it’s cheeks,
lonely widows with food stamps
unrequited love and lanterns.
He posed for his black and white book covers
in ten gallon hats with his lovers
gorgeous straight haired goddesses
parted in the middle
with faces like wildflowers.
He was a musician of pens
and sad typewriters
and hand written poems
left in laundromats.
He discovered seemingly simple
combinations of newly reformed words
like newborn constellations.
He made me cry and laugh and adore him
and one of his short stories inspired
me to move to California.
He lost every woman
he ever loved except his daughter
but she lost him to shot gun suicide.
They didn’t discover his body for awhile
in his solitary cabin in the woods.
He was facing a view of the ocean when he died.
Poor Ianthe I hope her life fares so much better
and that they can meet again in Paradise.