Some mornings rain and apple trees.
Some mornings wisdom and chance.
And here I am, says the horse.
And the jaunty dog says here we are.
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Dreamt last night I was in a winter house.
My only friend was a very old rat.
I played a song for him on a found guitar.
Damned wakefulness, I can’t recall the song…
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Street performance, always, when you’re disabled.
A woman walks up to me outside a supermarket.
“That’s a nice dog,” she says.
“What dog?” I say.
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“I’ve had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.”
—Kenneth Rexroth
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“I did a test in my life path, on the way from the cradle to the grave, but as an object, a container, which gradually fills up and after being shattered.”
—Pentti Saarikoski
Planet of the Blind 