Kenneth Patchen




So Be It

There are no rooms here
Better go right on
No light shows
This world is finished, done
Let the dark come
Let night strike
Let no stone
be left unturned
Let it be over
The lie told too often
Truth itself is killed
Let it done 
And over forever
Houses for grisly whores
Light to light funeral trains
Let it
Be over and written

Off, everybody’s bad debt