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greatpoetry2005-03-22 03:21 pm
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Richard Brautigan's "The Final Ride"
The Final Ride
The act of dying
is like hitch-hiking
into a strange town
late at night
where it is cold
and raining,
and you are alone
again.
Suddenly
all of the street lamps
go out
and everything
becomes dark,
so dark
that even the buildings
are afraid
of one another.
The act of dying
is like hitch-hiking
into a strange town
late at night
where it is cold
and raining,
and you are alone
again.
Suddenly
all of the street lamps
go out
and everything
becomes dark,
so dark
that even the buildings
are afraid
of one another.
no subject
no subject
Brautigan is a favorite of mine.
Do you know where this poem appeared?