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I say, "I'd like to see
The poems Li Po
Distributed in the Yellow River"
And Whalen says "Alright
We'll go down and dive
And See."

by JACK KEROUAC, from 'Haiku Berkeley'
in POMES ALL SIZES (City Lights, 1992)

That One Day All Money Will Be Made From Mint

THE WORLD SHALL BE LIKE UNTO A FORM GIVEN YOU IN A DREAM BY SAINT JOHN OF PATMOS (6-100), JULIAN OF NORWICH (1342-1416), CHRISTOPHER SMART (1722-1771), WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827), WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS (1865-1939), ANTONIN ARTAUD (1896-1948) AND VAN MORRISON (1945-2075) 

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On rainy evenings I allow myself to feel the influence of Robert Creeley's book FOR LOVE

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FINGERNAIL MOON
OF JOHNSON COUNTY


You were going fast.
It was beautiful,
how fast you were going.
You were beautiful
like a perfect incision.

It’s crazy.
No one knows anything
but the fish go in the river anyway.

A Garden Variety Materialism

Two wooden horses.
Think of that.
Two of them.
Two.
Made out of wood.
Who would do this, to wood?
That particular type of wood.
From a tree.
Said tree doubtless felt pain.
Which ended thus
In the forms of these two.
One horse and then another.
The two of them together.
Two wooden horses.
And their likeness,
Especially their likeness.
Outstanding, this likeness.
To each other, of course to each other  
But also to horses, a horse, the
Perfect horse.
A horse of meat and bone,
Neighing, shitting.
That one.
Different from these.
The two.
The two of them.
Think of that.
Two wooden horses that maybe do nothing or
Maybe do no more than stare at you.
A miracle stare.
Because they are wooden horses.
Because they are neither quick nor dead. 
Because they refuse the apple-bits in your hands.
Two wooden horses.
On my desk.
Did I tell you that already?
That they are here, before me,
Right on my desk.
Like two scullers.
Gliding in weird mist
On the River Arno.
In Florence,
Where the Uffizi is.
Ciao.