Read This All Day. I Do.
Anyway, this is my favorite poem. It's on my desk, I look at it all day, every day, and I keep liking it better and better. The spacing is all funky like Ferlinghetti's always is but I'm not sure I can do it on this stupid site, so fuck it.
the heart flops over
a foolish fish which tries to draw
its breath from flesh of air
And no one there to hear its death
among the sad bushes
where the world rushes by
in a blather of asphalt and delay