Jack Spicer - A Poem Without A Single Bird In It lyrics

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.