On Writing · Poetry · The New Verse Movement

Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only By Richard Brautigan

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Death is a beautiful car parked only
to be stolen on a street lined with trees
whose branches are like the intestines
of an emerald.
You hotwire death, get in, and drive away
like a flag made from a thousand burning
funeral parlors.

You have stolen death because you’re bored.
There’s nothing good playing at the movies
in San Francisco.

You joyride around for a while listening
to the radio, and then abandon death, walk
away, and leave death for the police
to find.

~ “Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only”  By Richard Brautigan
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