hooray say the roses, today is bla
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wed
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h
handicapping tomorrow’s
card.
when am I going to get at the poem
well, they’ll just have to wait

I awakened to dryness and the fern
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled co
surrounded me with their uselessne

when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:

there is enough treachery, hatred
human being to supply any given ar
and the best at murder are those w
and the best at hate are those who
and the best at war finally are th

self-congratulatory nonsense as th
famous gather to applaud their see
greatness
you
wonder where

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

being the German kid in the 20’s i
was difficult.
there was much anti-German feeling
a carry-over from World War 1.
gangs of kids chased me through th

I can’t have it
and you can’t have it
and we won’t
get it
so don’t bet on it

was a truly amazing man
he pretended to be
rich
even though we lived on beans and
when we sat down to eat, he said,