[from Jack Spicer's The Collected Books of Jack Spicer, Black Sparrow, 1975]]
Sheep Trails Are Fateful to Strangers
Dante would have blamed Beatrice
If she turned up alive in a local bordello
Or Newton gravity
If apples fell upward
What I mean is words
Turn mysteriously against those who use them
Hello says the apple
Both of us were object.
THE COLLECTED BOOKS OF JACK SPICER
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