Shepherd him milk & sugar
12 o'clock among unicorns
time of blue veils
...
"Sooner or later we'll all get to speak like Ted Berrigan"
A donkey might consider itself a white stallion
and the ear-phones oft the desert
...
Once again, I've missed Lamb Chop's Play-Along
Which, as it is, isn't
broadcast in Papiamento, myself being the Centurion
of the English where I am
...
Ice on the underhanded lilies cakewalk
Underground, in the garage caverns of Galatian eocene
gift of the man in the panther-skin
trailed by detectives of the fanfare aboveworld
...
Sotère Torregian is an American poet, born in Newark, New Jersey on June 25, 1941. He attended Rutgers University, and taught briefly at the Free University of New York and Stanford University, where he helped establish the Afro-American studies program in 1969. In the mid-1960s he was associated with the New York School of poets. At that time he proposed a kind of American “orthodox Surrealism” (following the dictates of André Breton), based on “reinterpretations of surrealist stands on Revolutionary perspectives in art, poetry, and theology.” He presently resides in Stockton, California.)
First Day On The Job
Shepherd him milk & sugar
12 o'clock among unicorns
time of blue veils
mummified Gramercy
My impressario message eaten up
ache in my crotch
I arrive at The Friends I am sailing by way
of the sky
bus September boat with vacant windows
thank-you I am weak
O friendly tamarack
I'm coming with my little chair
insignificant when you manhandle God
End of my Poem
my coat a lalop girl on a dead rock
something in the air with telephones
the twin end of the day
like an atlantic squall
I can't always voice
my lyricide