“Rub a half potato on your wart and wrap it in a damp cloth. Close your eyes and whirl three times and throw. Then bury rag and spud exactly where they fall.” EyeFallThreeHalfThree TimesPotatoesWrapsRagsDampWarts Book:The Real West Marginal Way: A Poet's Autobiography Source: The Real West Marginal Way: A Poet's Autobiography
“I will garden on the double run, my rhythm obvious in the ringing rakes, and trust in fate to keep me poor and kind and work until my heart is short, then go out slowly with a feeble grin, my fingers flexing but my eyes gone gray from cramps and the lack of oxygen.” HeartKindEyeRunningDeathPoorGoneFateDyingMy HeartGardenFingersObviousRhythmGrayOxygenImpermanenceRakesCrampsFlexing Book:The Real West Marginal Way: A Poet's Autobiography Source: The Real West Marginal Way: A Poet's Autobiography
