Poems by Charles Vermont |
"I
have become death, destroyer of worlds" -Oppenheimer. the hippies
cavort transcendental not knowing
they pray
blades score
on ice dance leap
and whirl lips red
full the world
in a look now stricken by self unknown the cold
causes medicine
works would a wizard * * * to circle
the magic island to pick manna
off to write true verse live heart to heart even for an hour
the journey
in the desert which revealed
Moses' some place
the drifter,
the dreamer, the fantastical fanciful first they
tried to get him to jump then they
worked him over the accidental
witnesses the drifter
Arizona West what did
they see? fantastical
incognito was drop
kicked by the mean ignorant dirty we heard
the story don't let
her jog down this road they knew
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