Ode
to the homeless duo
you
two,
with
your dogs Sugar and Chobaku
how
I found you
warm
for a moment, side of the road
bags
and dogs eagerly smiling
traffic
sailing by
by
by by by
your
outstretched thumb, the task severe,
four
hours at that stop near the weeds
pavement
underneath your bones
warming
at the noontime long way to go
cold
hills for the night
sliver
of moon
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Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway
ReplyDeleteOf course I tried to tell him
but he cranked his head
without an excuse.
I told him the sky chases
the sun
And he smiled and said:
"What's the use."
I was feeling like a demon
again
So I said: "But the ocean chases
the fish."
This time he laughed
and said: "Suppose the
strawberry were
pushed into a mountain."
After that I knew the
war was on--
So we fought:
He said: "The apple-cart like a
broomstick-angel
snaps & splinters
old dutch shoes."
I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak
and free the fumes!"
He said: "Mad street with no name."
I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!"
He said, getting real mad,Young Poets
"Firestoves! Gas! Couch!"
I said, only smiling,
"I know God would turn back his head
If I sat quietly and thought."
We ended by melting away,
hating the air!
By Gregory Corso