Diane Di Prima, “Song for Baby-O, Unborn”
when you break thru
a poet here
not quite what one would choose.
I won’t promise
you’ll never go hungry
or that you won’t be sad
on this gutted
but I can show you
enough to love
to break your heart
The Cliff Crawlers (Excerpt)
The third plane down in a week.
My heart is broken in so many ways.
All my love and spirit to all those affected and in pain.
Amiri Baraka, “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note (Excerpt)”
In our pursuits, though still, we venture forth'Reflecting Robert' (excerpt), Patti Smith
Hoping to grasp a handful of cloud and return
Unscathed, cloud in hand. We encounter
Space, fist, violin, or this—an immaculate face
Of a boy, somewhat wild, smiling in sun.
He raises his hand, as if in carefree salute
Shading eyes that contain the thread of God.
Soon they will gather power, disenchantment
They will reflect enlightenment, agony
They will reveal the process of love
They will, in an hour alone, shed tears.
Happy 100th birthday to the late William S Burroughs
I have been alone but seldomCharles Bukowski, mind and heart (excerpt)
I have satisfied my thirst
at the well
of my self
and that wine was good,
the best I ever had,
staring into the dark
I now finally understand
the dark and the
light and everything