Richard Brautigan "The Ferris Wheel"

In honor of the fair, which I doubt I will actually be attending (although it's almost worth $10 admission just for a yummy Elephant Ear), a rare poem by my favorite poet: "The Ferris Wheel" The world was opening and closing its insane asylums and churches ike a forgetful old man buttoning up his pants instead of unbuttoning them. Are you going to go to the toilet in your pants, old man? The rain was a dark Ferris wheel bringing us closer to Baudelaire and General Motors. We were famous and we kicked walnut leaves. - Richard Brautgan, 1956

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