名人诗歌|From "This Living Hand"

It's not only the word roses

lurking^{1 inside neurosis or the fact}

that most of my formal education

occurred in the midwest， so too

my summer job inhaling^{2 industrial}

reactants should be considered.

It's an unstable^{3 world， babe.}

Always an inner avalanche⁴

as they say in receiving.

I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot

of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx

in utero， things would have turned out

differently. Instead， my mother

went right on eating lobster^5.

But where were we？ . . .