#AmericanWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right