The Fever Monument*
I walked across the park to the fever monument. It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains. The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque read We got hot and died.
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The Potato House of Julius Caesar
O Potatoes! The Roman Empire of Potatoes! All peelings lead to Rome and Julius Caesar eats French fries while the ides of March have potato eyes . . . (Then Brutus to the Idaho of Death Then Marc Antony to Idaho.)
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The Octopus Frontier
1 A pleasure palace on the octopus frontier. Perhaps that's the answer. An eight-armed whore in the cabin of a sunken ship, the walls covered with obscene octopus pictures. She beckons to me. Passion and gin. Why not?…
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The Last Music Is Not Heard
It was a river in the mountains, I guess there are many rivers in the mountains, flowing through our dreams into death and deep pools. The water was so clear that I could see the expressions on their faces as they looked up at me…
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The Rape of Ophelia*
Her clothes spread wide and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up: which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, and sweet Ophelia floated down the river past black stones until she came to an evil fisherman who was dressed in clothes that had no childhood,…
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Sit Comma and Creeley Comma*
It's spring and the nun like a black frog builds her tarpaper shack beside the lake. How beautiful she is (and looks) surrounded by her rolls of tarpaper. They know her name and they speak her name.
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A Postcard from Chinatown*
The Chinese smoke opium in their bathrooms. They all get in the bathroom and lock the door. The old people sit in the tub and the children sit on the floor.
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The Symbol*
When I was hitch-hiking down to Big Sur, Moby Dick stopped and picked me up. He was driving a truckload of sea gulls to San Luis Obispo. "Do you like being a truckdriver better than you do a whale?" I asked. "Yeah," Moby Dick said. "Hoffa is a lot better…
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The Quail*
There are three quail in a cage next door, and they are the sweet delight of our mornings, calling to us like small frosted cakes: bobwhitebobwhitebobwhite, but at night they drive our God-damn cat Jake crazy. They run around that cage like pinballs as he stands out there,…
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The Sidney Greenstreet Blues*
I think something beautiful and amusing is gained by remembering Sidney Greenstreet, but it is a fragile thing. The hand picks up a glass. The eye looks at the glass and then hand, glass and eye fall away.
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The Pumpkin Tide*
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea.
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The Wheel*
The wheel: it's a thing like pears rotting under a tree in August. O golden wilderness! The bees travel in covered wagons and the Indians hide in the heat.
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1942*
Piano tree, play in the dark concert halls of my uncle, twenty-six years old, dead and homeward bound on a ship from Sitka, his coffin travels like the fingers of Beethoven over a glass of wine.…
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The Sawmill*
I am the sawmill abandoned even by the ghosts in the middle of the pasture. Opera! Opera! The horses won't go near my God-damn thing. They stay over by the creek.
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Nobody Knows What the Experience Is Worth
Nobody knows what the experience is worth but it's better than sitting on your hands, I keep telling myself.
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The Kittens of August
The kittens of August are _s cats now and all the leaves have fallen from the two trees by the creek that were so short a time ago shade, and now the hunters are sighting in their rifles for: antelope, deer, bear, elk…
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A Penny Smooth as a Star
I keep forgetting the same thing: over and over again. I know it's important but I keep on forgetting it. I've forgotten it so many times that it's like a coin in my mind that's never been minted. Tom's House Montana…
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Early Spring Mud Puddle at an Off Angle
That's how I feel. October 5
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Big Dipper
This is the biggest Big Dipper that I've ever seen. Pine Creek Montana Evening October 4
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Nothing Is Being Taught In The Palace Today
The desks are silent as tombstones. The chalkboard is coated with spider webs. The erasers are ticking like bombs. The recess bell has turned to mud, etc. I think you get the picture: Nothing is being taught in the palace today. September 7
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