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
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