Richard Brautigan (Ричард Бротиган)

Kafka's Hat

With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka's hat.
It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.

1. Color as Beginning
2. Poker Star
3. Xerox Candy Bar
4. Deer Tracks
5. My Nose Is Growing Old

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