Guiding Smothers Grate The Feathers Of My Wing '69 Poem by Wilkins Driver

fever the waiting whale ocean capsule tainted help
swallow one and wait for drops of pain to wheel the mess
yards until sheep could be shaved
taking away the foreign shelter of their zilch
gorging oasis hooked the flight
i came down with a jokers knife
tell your father to come shoot me
tell your mother to yell straight through me
i dont know where i have come from
though i am your own insulation
warm in the cold and hot in the heat
situations become incomplete
great thing to toast about
the warning year of spring
growth for the clovers fellow kelp
water in the sky i came to help
hollow trees escape the hell
in being real all the way through
im just joking come to the carnival.