"Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tong up from grave & wiggle at
blown up cloud.
Ear turns close to under-layer of green felt moss & sound
of rain dribble thru this layer
down to the roots that will tickle my ear.
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
in sound curve or
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
trickle in my ear -
no choice but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisy
turned.
Train will tug my grave, my breath hewing gentle vapor
between wheel & track.
So kitten string & ball, jump over this mound so
gently & cutely
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiously
on its way."

- Peter Orlovsky


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