for the flutes


Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
Whatever they say sounds like laughing 
Reveling in heavenly dilemmas
In harmony in mint in phallic moonlight a cunt sun
Whatever the others say wandering away never believe it

For once you fall to your knees your brain in his mouth 
Her kisses monotonous whether animals commandments
Whatever way you turn sounds like arguing 
The jawbone of an ass in all sincerity
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man

Poem for the Wheat Penny (1909-1958)

O beautiful
The amber the clamor the waves of grain
          The need for animal feed
     And liquor yes the need for heaven

I heard a voice in the midst of beasts say
A measure of wheat for a penny

O spacious
Voice that loafs and voids a day
          A voice numismerized
     Is it love my one

Nation leaning her cheek upon the grain

O love
The penny cried which wheat which voice
          Which night the penny moon
     Shall subsidize the need for heaven

I heard a voice need yes a prop abundance
The measured fat of the wheat the penny-wise

Oh say
Say the penny candy prayer
          The dawn a gleaming pile
     Of trampled swords and friends

The coined and counted nice the penny life