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By Jack Joseph Smith

Fisher Truth is easy to tell, when it has been so much fun in the pocket of a dream Hindu; we walk away, seeing things first, of course, rivers for our family, ON mountains for our runaways; streets you can eat off of, a few oceans covered with wealth, just the ugly money you turn over in places where garbage is the landmark I did not kill her when I ran, the back of my head does not watch her die, and light is not the best thing I have ever seen knowing the differance between a railroad thack from June to January is the turn of the drum with rock and roll to military, the soldier and the hobo are so happy as we see it when we deside to stay out in the rain a little longer hopefully or have with a bottle in our hand

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GPT

"Fisher" moves through family rivers, runaway mountains, ugly money, denied guilt, and a long seasonal drift from railroad track to soldiering and rain-soaked drifting.

The poem's first-person denials are uneasy rather than clearing, especially around the woman it insists was not killed. Rivers and mountains divide belonging from escape, while streets, oceans, garbage, and money give the world a harsh economic texture. The handwritten pocket-of-a-dream and or-have insertions add a private, conditional layer to the drift, while the soldier and the hobo standing together in the rain suggest two forms of wandering that society names differently but that the poem sees as strangely allied.

Claude

Fisher mixes Hindu rivers and American runaways, money turned in garbage landmarks, and the rail turn of the drum with rock and roll to military. The soldier and hobo share the rain at the end.