Rest and look at this goddamned wheelbarrow. Whatever <br />It is. Dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not <br />For their significance. <br />For their significant. For being human <br />The signs escape you. You, who aren't very bright <br />Are a signal for them. Not, <br />I mean, the dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not <br />Their significance.<br /><br />Jack Spicer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-red-wheelbarrow/
