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how are you feeling in ancient September
I am feeling like a truck on a wet highway
how can you
you were made in the image of god
I was not
I was made in the image of a sissy truck-driver
and Jean Dubuffet painting his cows
« with a likeness burst in the memory« 
apart from love (don’t say it)
I am ashamed of my century
for being so entertaining
but I have to smile

« Napthe (1959) »
Lunch Poems
City Lights 1964
p. 31