Richard Brautigan's Condoms:
A Dream of Death and Resurrection

Dick preferred to sheath his Richard

In ordinary Trojans.

Not the fancy Ribbed-Ticklers

Or purple Super-Lubes,

but regular K-Y slippery

Little Latex willy beanies

That are shaft-fitted securely

So's not to slip off amidst

Overheated mid-orgasmic lust.

Very recently a sealed pack

Of Plain-Jane Trojans was found,

Hidden for 33 dusty years

In a Bolinas floor crack

At 6 Terrace Avenue

By the present owners

Of that ghostly haunted house

Above the Pacific's lapping waves.

It sold on auction to a Tokyo collector

For 60,500 Yankee Dollars.

They were new and unused.

Sperm-filled, spent with DNA,

they would have been priceless.

An accident of unbirth

Or a sequel to 'The Abortion?'

On the third day he rose again.
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