Two Beers For Richard Brautigan

Richard Brautigan

It’s strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult. RB

I bought a beer,
twice,
for Richard Brautigan
in 1972
at Thomas Lord’s bar
on Union Street
in San Francisco.

Each time,
he was already drunk.

Much later,
all alone 
and beerless
in Montana,

he committed
suicide.

This is all 
the literary life 
finally means.

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