Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
With a love a madness for Shelley
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
To sit down among the trees...
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
My hands did numb to beauty
as they reached into Death and tightened!
O sovereign was my touch
When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,
I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,
alone, not far from my body did I wander,
walked with a hope of a sudden dreamy forest of gold.
I ran up six flights of stairs
to my small furnished room
opened the window