On (Bob Kaufman Poem)
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
It's mid-winter and the sunrise knows it, and wakes me with a shudder; I'm just a man. For 5 cold ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox. She would hear him alone at ...
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: "Sir, what ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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