(1959)
#Americans Lyric poet
I sit in Lees. At 11:40 PM with Jimmy the pusher. He teaches me Ju Ju. Hot on the table before us shrimp foo yong, rice and mushroom chow yuke. Up the street under the…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through the
'You Talk Of Going But Don’t… ’ Even Have A Suit… (A Series of Repetitions) I will be an old man sometime And live in a dark room somewhere.
Destiny lies behind our forces and what lives in the soul dies not. It inhabits our dreams as perpetual as light. As the spring grass flowers,
Death is an unforgiven That’s what we have in common language an act of sharing words. Coming tears will do it Where there’s smoke
O poetry, visit this house often, imbue my life with success, leave me not alone, give me a wife and home. Take this curse off
And with great fear I inhabit the… What wrecks of the mind await me,… to dull the senses, what little I… what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the fut…
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
The quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
Perhaps some day you shall find me… as I blow smoke out my mouth While you walk the riverbank in the rain on Sunday evening. Looking for jazz, hearing love’s b…