tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post3760526064816504845..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Jake Cosmos Aller writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-57602635809842058352015-09-10T07:20:25.949-07:002015-09-10T07:20:25.949-07:00In a Beat fashion, Jake combines an outlaw attitud...In a Beat fashion, Jake combines an outlaw attitude with a word-salad jigsaw of images and expressions. Here, Gregory Corso does a similar thing, in a pots' cutting contest:<br />Poets<br /> Hitchhiking<br /> on the<br /> Highway<br /><br /><br />Of course I tried to tell him<br />but he cranked his head<br /> without an excuse.<br />I told him the sky chases<br /> the sun<br />And he smiled and said:<br /> "What's the use."<br />I was feeling like a demon<br /> again<br />So I said: "But the ocean chases<br /> the fish."<br />This time he laughed<br /> and said: "Suppose the <br /> strawberry were<br /> pushed into a mountain."<br />After that I knew the <br /> war was on--<br />So we fought:<br />He said: "The apple-cart like a <br /> broomstick-angel<br /> snaps & splinters<br /> old dutch shoes."<br />I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak<br /> and free the fumes!"<br />He said: "Mad street with no name."<br />I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!"<br />He said, getting real mad,Young Poets<br /> "Firestoves! Gas! Couch!"<br />I said, only smiling,<br /> "I know God would turn back his head<br /> If I sat quietly and thought."<br />We ended by melting away,<br /> hating the air!<br />DuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com