Helen Go Mother Beth Poem by John Wieners

I was young once; and on poverty
another palace revolution without currency.

Taking the day
the field to­
wards surrender of material possessions.

Not syndromatic LSD resolution,
I'm so glad
having made up my mind not to lie an
and a drug addict, and to die even though
modern civilization dictated moral

collapsing, model constitution revleations hypocritical, apochryphal.

It's so good

remain to archetypal,

see the thieves of one's past admit suicide.