now being

some people say poetry is god. 




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i have been a dog many times woof! woof! this bark that bite . I was Huckleberry Finn on top of that bridge tonight shooting down my stones with my slingshot at that dumb ass dog. miserable mutt bitch bastard combination of masters who are vile trainers to the violence of city animals. they match the Car. another great Enemy of  people. ie. pedestrians and their gliding boats of love.


now lemme asskyou a question is god a dog or  /shit you cant remember the rest. is interesting. arrested marriage conviction dog or two.


mark twains book is the greatest booke ver written. the true book of escape. downthe river. the Mighty Mississippi? was that it ? Ah! Huck you old fin ! No one got it as good as you.

now most people live in disney land. in a state of yips. whereas I . the first time i hitched 'cross Canada I was 17 with 35cents in my pocket. not quite the Mississipi but the transcanada then was a great highway like a battling river. it was great.

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people say Cliff u wanna a be a famous writer with awards and shit rewards and so on you gotta spell. and send stuff here and yon. to get recognized.

but far

as I can

see

I am recognized but its the audience that might be unknown

-------------------------------------- most people are shitty and scared. of their own shadows.

i went across the rocky mountains

witha  dime in my  pocket.

was I brave?
idont think so.
i was there.
is all.


then it was south america
and europe and india
and around that part of things
ya dig?


so __________________________________________________________________________________
but the true ' event' that tried me
so to speak was
that first  trip\

Anyhow so me and Huck are doing our thing climbing over mountrains and covering wagons for the thing of motion.___________________________________________________________________________now being a pedestrian not a pedestal

is the thing

the 'real ' thing.

its walking that gets thing. going. dropping off. they dont like saunter patrol and meander.


_________________________________________I was lying looking up at the sky
with this beautiful french girl beside then in 1970. and we were just lying there . taking it in.
 there was no reason. no anything. just lying there. no sex . no kissing. it was just there.
we were lying. and she was French-Canadian and I was lookin at the sky and I used to tell them stories. the gang there Out West in. Vancouver . 17 and sandals. and I said the sky la ciel est belle. and she said O c'est le ciel est beau. I said O I said mais la ciel est belle tu voir? le son c'est beau c'est belle 'c'est la belle ciel. she had beautiful hair i could smellher skin. she was near me near my face i could smell her. i can almost smell her now. she smiled and i think she got it. but i got it anyhow, La Ciel est Belle. She was belle too. I dont know if I kissd her later another day or not or if she kissd me. maybe not maybe so.

Mais la ciel est nuit et belle la ciel est belle et je pense a toi. tes mots sont tres rare. ( A mes oreilles a mes yeux) 

alors c'est comme ta bouche. oui je pense que c'est comme ta bouche   ~ 






__________________________________et j'ai pensée a elle ce soir. comme beaucoup des fois . je pense. pensée c'est un belle mot.