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Do the Dead Know what Time It Is

The old guy put down his beer.  Son, he said,      (and a girl came over to the table where we were:      asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink.)  Son,

I am going to tell you something  The like of which nobody was ever told.      (and the girl said,

I've got nothing on tonight;      how about you and me going to your place?)  I am going to tell you the story of my mother's  Meeting with God.      (and I whispered to the girl:

I don't have a room,      but maybe...)  She walked up to where the top of the world is  And He came right up to her and said  So at last you've come home.      (but maybe what?      I thought I'd like to stay here and talk to you.)  My mother started to cry and God  Put His arms around her.      (about what?      Oh, just 'll find something.)  She said it was like a fog coming over her face  And light was everywhere and a soft voice saying  You can stop crying now.      (what can we talk about that will take all night?      and I said that I didn't know.)  You can stop crying now.


Kenneth Patchen

Kenneth Patchen (December 13, 1911 – January 8, 1972) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and inc…

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