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FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT, 108 POEMS

SHASTA ROAD

Rationalists have found that there is a bird in the sky.

Experimentalists say maybe this bird is a kite.

Donkeys have their way to be stubborn.

People from a Cossack town have their particular food.

Butterflies and bats have differences in their language.

Practitioners are fascinated by their practice,

Practitioners painfully experiencing their practice debating the reality

            of Timbuktu.

Million stones and trillions space are one in the area of mutual pain.

Gooseberry and chicken feet are one in the realm of totality.

Jungle kid and ocean crocodile are rebellious in the realm of mutual

            interest.

Highfaluted holiness depressed politician burning hot pliers

Are in the same realm as barking Pekingese at Madame Chang's

            apartment.

Max King and Patricia King and Martha Washington who knows,

Thistles poison oak grasshoppers made into juice,

Bushmen's Ph.D. Siamese cat eating frog eyes.

Prostrations are premature to give to the adolescent student.

Pinetree Doves Coralrock Porcupine Pippi Porky Poodle Pissmen

            are in the realm of polarities.

Glory be to tonight's poet.

Who's who?  What's what?  Nobody knows.

But everybody knows,

Including our kind neighbor who would never harm a flea.

But willing to cut your throat.

 

1 February 1975

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