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Feb. 29, 1958

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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…

Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad

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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…

Hum Bom!

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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…

War Profit Litany

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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…

Father Death Blues (Don’t Grow Old, Part V)

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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

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Kissass is the Part of PeaceAmerica will have to Kissass Mother EarthWhites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.

Nagasaki Days

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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…

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center

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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…

Sunflower Sutra

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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…

A Western Ballad

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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…