Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliotwelcoming me to the land of dreamSofas couches fog in EnglandTea in his digs Chelsea rainbowscurtains on his windows, fog seeping inthe chimney but…
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I came home and found a lion in my room…[First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A lion met Americain the roadthey stared at each othertwo figures on…
I Whom bomb?We bomb them!Whom bomb?We bomb them!Whom bomb?We bomb them!Whom bomb?We bomb them! Whom bomb?You bomb you!Whom bomb?You bomb you!Whom bomb?You bomb you!Whom bomb?You bomb you! What do we…
To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this warnineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand eighty HebraicThese are the Corporations who have profited by merchan- dising skinburning phosphorous or shells fragmented to…
Hey Father Death, I’m flying homeHey poor man, you’re all aloneHey old daddy, I know where I’m going Father Death, Don’t cry any moreMama’s there, underneath the floorBrother Death, please…
Kissass is the Part of PeaceAmerica will have to Kissass Mother EarthWhites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
I — A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau- tauqua tent in Auroralistening to Black spirituals, tapping…
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room — Thistles blossomed late afternoon. Put on my shirt and took…
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over…
When I died, love, when I diedmy heart was broken in your care;I never suffered love so fairas now I suffer and abidewhen I died, love, when I died. When…