Eve Of St. Agony Or The Middleclass Was Sitting On Its Fat (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any ...
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any ...
These of living emanate a formidable light,Which is equal to death, and when usedGives increase eternally.What fortifies in separate thoughtIs ...
The old guy put down his beer. Son, he said, (and a girl came over to the table where we were: asked us ...
Be music, night,That her sleep may goWhere angels have their pale tall choirsBe a hand, sea,That her dreams may watchThy ...
Wherever the dead are there they are and Nothing more. But you and I can expect To see angels in ...
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one another. A bit of grass held ...
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the ...
I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to ...
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. ...
To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising. Early, before sun had filled the roads ...
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