Thursday, February 5, 2009

this is just to say/write/butcher

I just found a really funny and tiny back-and-forth note tucked away in a William Carlos Williams poetry book I bought at Savers. It was found in between pages 74 and 75, between "This Is Just to Say" and "The Sea-Elephant". And here is what it says:

"Got any buds?" "I'm getting some today. Do you want crip or mexi?" "How much do you get crip for an oz." "$60 an 1/8"

Kids these days with their poetry and pot, their Williams and weed.

I have smoked
the buds
that were in
the shoebox

and which
you were probably
for a really kickass buffet or Pink Floyd light show

Forgive me
they were potent
so fluffy
and so fresh

(My apologies to WCW.)

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