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Best Famous Nervous System Poems

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Dream Song 95: The surly cop looked out at me in sleep

 The surly cop looked out at me in sleep
insect-like.
Guess, who was the insect.
I'd asked him in my robe & hospital gown in the elevator politely why someone saw so many police around, and without speaking he looked.
A meathead, and of course he was armed, to creep across my nervous system some time ago wrecked.
I saw the point of Loeb at last, to give oneself over to crime wholly, baffle, torment, roar laughter, or without sound attend while he is cooked until with trembling hands hoist I my true & legal ax, to get at the brains.
I never liked brains— it's the texture & the thought— but I will like them now, spooning at you, my guardian, slowly, until at lenght the rains lose heart and the sun flames out.


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Dream Song 30: Collating bones: I would have liked to do

 Collating bones: I would have liked to do.
Henry would have been hot at that.
I missed his profession.
As a little boy I always thought 'I'm an archeologist'; who could be more respected peaceful serious than that? Hell talkt my brain awake.
Bluffed to the ends of me pain & I took up a pencil; like this I'm longing with.
One sign would snow me back, back.
is there anyone in the audience who has lived in vain? A Chinese tooth! African jaw! Drool, says a nervous system, for a joyous replacing.
Heat burns off dew.
Between the Ices (Mindel-Würm) in a world I ever saw some of my drying people indexed: "Warm.
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