Bailing Rags
I breathe the noxious air because it is there
Set free at the last moment
a green cloth folds
I breathe the noxious air because it is there
Set free at the last moment
a green cloth folds
Here the noiseless mind
Is like a quiet wind
Blowing across the mottled stones
Like the stars
I’ve been wandering alot
A paper chair
So gay on your lovely head
The hat cradles the specialty
Of the house brand-new
I was thinking where are we all going when we were
Going through the snow on the ground, underbrush
Beneath like the New England personality going
On Sunday afternoon in Georgia I had nothing to do
So I sent myself back to Georgia underwater
In the traditional manner of the English