What can I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not even know the future
Or even what poetry
We are going to write.
Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people
Than either of us have tried it.
I loved you once but
I do not know the future.
I only know that I love strength in my friends
And greatness
And hate the way their bodies crack when they die
And are eaten by images.
The fun-s over. The picnic-s over.
Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
After you die or go mad,
But the calmness of poetry.
A Poem Without A Single Bird In It
Jack Spicer
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