#AmericanWriters
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail