Poems by Peter Orlovsky
Frist Poem
... bacon. My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of ...
Second Poem
... that. No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor ...
My Bed is Covered Yellow
... Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done ...
Snail Poem
... turned. Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor ...
