To Charles On His Home Poem by John Wieners
To Charles On His Home
Death is an unforgiven
That's what we have in common
language an act of sharing words.
Coming tears will do it
Where there's smoke
THERe's a suitcase
fairies never change
into fire
It's so hard to get to the top.
Death is a failure
there are so many of them.
Dont trust her
I don't care how old the races are.
And I never have.
for Cher.
Monday, December 4, 2017
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