The terror of the breath upon the hand - 1965 (1 Viewer)

[mjp]

EPOS vol. 16 no. 3 - 1965

(it's in a "code" box to retain formatting.)

      THE TERROR OF THE BREATH
      UPON THE HAND
 
glory goes the frog in green
unlike pockmarks in a candleside
and
China is a place like a taste in the
map like a bowl of
noodles think
of it
    we'll never go
    there
just down to the store for
smokes...
    no waterfalls of bets
    no machineguns like red guitars
    no babies hanging from the walls like
    paintings of
                naked women.
just
    everywhere and christawful
our boulevards of newspaper people
our highpriced girls that break open
like jewels on the floor
with adamant
            nastiness.
 
our last hills are covered with rabbits
as in some dream justification of our
lives
like headlights of flowers.
it's like evil is perfect
perfect perfect --
                  jade
like a parking ticket
bending like a camellia in a grave's
wind
      as the dog sits down on the
      sidewalk
              blow up
                    everything.

 

[HenryChinaski]

whoa, i really fucking like this poem. it reminds me of songs for sadists.

thanks mjp!

 

[bongobill]

thank you, m