one of Lorca’s best lines
is,
“agony, always
agony ...”
think of this when you

out of the arm of one love
and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on th
by a lady who smokes pot
writes songs and stories

he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and
the way she told him things that s
but were not, and he knew the colo

at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
then I met a woman who not only
claimed to have visited

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,

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and ho
upon the billion—blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward—breakin
with white—legged, white—bellied r

in the hospitals and jails
it’s the worst
in madhouses
it’s the worst
in penthouses

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and

the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below

yes, they begin out in a willow, I
the starch mountains begin out in
and keep right on going without re
pumas and nectarines
somehow these mountains are like