Friday, June 15, 2012


i would converse with old Li Po and throw down a jar of wine with the guy as we sat on the levee of the American River and he would write poems on the leaves from the box elder trees and set them down river and i would write poems on the soles of my shoes so when we would later take a long walk thru midtown the words would scuff into the streets of my beloved berg


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