Works in the Collection

A Taste of Olson

In Cold Hell, In Thicket
It Was. But it Ain't
Human Universe
A Foot is to Kick With
Call Me Ishmael
Projective Verse
The Moebius Strip
A Lustrum for You, E.P.
La Preface

To Bet




________________Double, double, twice the face
________________Tarot pool and tarot race

The MAN of MAGIC, beginning, prime
Number 1, major arcana, master of time

Causer of terror, maker of sense
He'll read you the answer, whatever the tense

He sits at his table with crossed legs and tools
Observing the structures but, breaking the rules

He perfected his craft in a workmanlike manner:
a cup, a shoe, and awl, and a hammer

He raises his left hand to throw down the dice
The measure of fate: the event, and the price

His eye is green, his sleeve is red
He comes out of humus, of leaf and, the dead

His hat is a nimbus, infinity
Out of unsure man, by authority

he will will you your power, refract you your light
If you'll mount the tower, and not dread the light

For beneath the surface his twin is revealed
Together the key to what is concealed

______________Trouble, trouble, face to face
______________Tarot race in watery place