I stand in the dark light in the dark street and look up at my window, I was born there. The lights are on; other people are moving about. I am with raincoat; cigarette in mouth, hat over eye, hand on gat. I cross the street and enter the building. The garbage cans haven't stopped smelling. I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears aims a knife at me… I pump him full of lost watches.
Destiny
They deliver the edicts of God
without delay
And are exempt from apprehension
from detention
And with their God-given
Petasus, Caduceus, and Talaria
ferry like bolts of lightning
unhindered between the tribunals
of Space & Time
The Messenger-Spirit
in human flesh
is assigned a dependable,
self-reliant, versatile,
thoroughly poet existence
upon its sojourn in life
It does not knock
or ring the bell
or telephone
When the Messenger-Spirit
comes to your door
though locked
It'll enter like an electric midwife
and deliver the message
There is no tell
throughout the ages
that a Messenger-Spirit
ever stumbled into darkness
Friend
Friends be kept Friends be gained And even friends lost be friends regained He had no foes he made them all into friends A friend will die for you Acquaintances can never make friends Some friends want to be everybody's friend There are friends who take you away from friends Friends believe in friendship with a vengeance! Some friends always want to do you favors Some always want to get NEAR you You can't do this to me I'm your FRIEND My friends said FDR1 Let's be friends says the USSR Old Scrooge knew a joy in a friendless Christmas Leopold and Loeb2 planning in the night! Et tu Brute I have many friends yet sometimes I am nobody's friend The majority of friends are male Girls always prefer male friends Friends know when you're troubled It's what they crave for! The bonds of friendship are not inseparable Those who haven't any friends and want some are often creepy Those who have friends and don't want them are doomed Those who haven't any friends and don't want any are grand Those who have friends and want them seem sadly human Sometimes I scream Friends are bondage! A madness! All a waste of INDIVIDUAL time Without friends life would be different not miserable does one need a friend in heaven
Humanity
What simple profundities What profound simplicities To sit down among the trees and breathe with them in murmur brool and breeze —
And how can I trust them who pollute the sky with heavens the below with hells
Well, humankind, I’m part of you and so my son
but neither of us will believe your big sad lie
I Am 25
With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ear: I hate old poetmen! Especially old poetmen who retract who consult other old poetmen who speak their youth in whispers, saying:I did those then but that was then that was then-- O I would quiet old men say to them:I am your friend what you once were, thru me you'll be again Then at night in the confidence of their homes rip out their apology-tongues and steal their poems.
