Money
An introductory
This morning we shall spend a few minutes Upon the study of symbolism, which is basic To the nature of money
I show you this nickel
Icons and cryptograms are written all over The nickel: one side shows a hunchbacked ...
An introductory
This morning we shall spend a few minutes Upon the study of symbolism, which is basic To the nature of money
I show you this nickel
Icons and cryptograms are written all over The nickel: one side shows a hunchbacked ...
You know the old story Ann Landers
About the housewife in her basement doing the wash
She's wearing her nightie, and she thinks, "Well, hell,
I might's well put this in as well," and
Some nights it's bound to be your best way out,
When nightmare is the short end of the stick,
When sleep is a part of town where it's not
To walk at night, when waking is the only
Before you can learn the trees, you have to
The language of the trees
That's done indoors,
Out of a book, which now you think of
Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred,
Immediate and mutual lust,
In the heat, upon demand, aroused
And satisfied again, lechery unlimited
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall
One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water
An immense shadow had its h...
I met a guy I used to know, who said:"You take your '57 Karnak, now,
The model that they called their Coop de
That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers—You take that car, owned by a nigger
Likelier'n not, with half its chromium
You see them vanish in their speeding cars,
The many people hastening through the world,
And wonder what they would have done
This time of time speed distance, random
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes,
For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on
At either end of a single length of
And toss that up among the scavenging gulls,
Innocence
In a sense
In no sense
Was that it
This admirable gadget, when it
Wound on a string and spun with steady force,
Maintains its balance on most any
Surface, pleasantly humming as it goes
They're taking down a tree at the front door,
The power saw is snarling at some nerves,
Whining at others
Now and then it grunts,