It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow dance with a dead kite, cajoles affection from falling leaves, and knows four other things. One is the color of your hair.
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I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
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I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky.…
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1. Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4.
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If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful…
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I don't care how God-damn smart these guys are: I'm bored. It's been raining like hell all day long and there's nothing to do. Written January 24, 1967 while poet-in-residence at the California Institute of Technology
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Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror says it's true: I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. It starts about an inch below the bridge and strolls geriatrically down for another inch or so: stopping. Fortunately, the rest of the nose is comparatively
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I am desolate in dimension circling the sky like a rainy bird, wet from toe to crown wet from bill to wing. I feel like a drowned king at the pomegranate circus. I vowed last year that I wouldn't go again but here I sit in my usual seat, dripping and clapping…
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There are comets that flash through our mouths wearing the grace of oceans and galaxies. God knows, we try to do the best we can. There are comets connected to chemicals that telescope down out tongues to burn out against the air. I know we do.…
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For Susan Last night (here) a long pretty girl asked me to write a poem about Albion, so she could put it in a black folder that has albion printed nicely in white on the cover.…
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Magic is the color of the thing you wear with a dragon for a button and a lion for a lamp with a carrot for a collar and a salmon for a zipper. Hey! You're turning me on: baby. That's the way it's going down. WOW!
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January 26, 1967 at 3:15 in the afternoon Sitting here in Los Angeles parked on a rundown residential back street, staring up at the word HOLLYWOOD written on some lonely mountains, I'm listening very carefully to rock and roll radio (Lovin' Spoonful)…
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My magic is down. My spells mope around the house like sick old dogs with bloodshot eyes watering cold wet noses. My charms are in a pile in the corner like the dirty shirts of a summer fatman.…
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The moon like: mischievous bacon crisps its desire (while) I harbor myself toward two eggs over easy.
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Dance toward me, please, as if you were a star with light-years piled on top of your hair, smiling, and I will dance toward you as if I were darkness with bats piled like a hat on top of my head.
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I changed her bedroom: raised the ceiling four feet, removed all of her things (and the clutter of her life) painted the walls white, placed a fantastic calm in the room, a silence that almost had a scent, put her in a low brass bed with white satin covers,…
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At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on.
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It's not quite cold enough to go borrow some firewood from the neighbors.
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We are a coast people There is nothing but ocean out beyond us. —Jack Spicer I sit here dreaming long thoughts of California at the end of a November day below a cloudy twilight near the Pacific listening to the Mamas and the Papas THEY'RE GREAT…
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For Jeff Sheppard No publication No money No star No fuck A friend came over to the house a few days ago and read one of my poems. He came back today and asked to read the same poem over again. After he finished reading it, he said, "It makes me want…
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