"When the Star Stops Counting the Sky" In all the space between nothing Where a kingdom could have existed a thing bird flies around the moment of her wings In the beginning of oblivion. Written July 1983 for Masako Kano

Michael McClure and Richard Brautigan, San Francisco, 1968; © Rhyder McClure

"Mike"
We walked along the pier
that curved like Einstein's breakfast
out into eternity,
and there were people fishing off the pier,
mostly Chinese.
Mike ran up to an old woman
and asked her if she liked to kill fish,
to murder living things,
and she smiled at him,
her mouth going on forever. 

Swiss TV Interview of Richard Brautigan, 1983

Richard Brautigan - “Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only”
For Emmett

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.

"Richard Brautigan, the Love Generation’s prickly and whimsical poet-novelist, died what the sheriff’s report termed an “unattended death” on September 16, 1984. Having committed suicide with one of his beloved Smith & Wesson revolvers, Brautigan was not discovered in his home in Bolinas, California until October 25, at which point he needed to be “scooped up with a shovel”. Why did Brautigan, the author of bestselling, generation-defining novels such as Trout Fishing in America and In Watermelon Sugar, die so alone?"

The above paragraph is an excerpt from Michael LaPointe's review  of : JUBILEE HITCHHIKER,
The life and times of Richard Brautigan by William Hjortsberg.