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«Free Grass» magazine, 1968, page 2 of 5

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the original mimeographed page. Click "TEXT" to return to this page.] Noted in my Journal on 2012/06/01.


FREE GRASS IS FREE YOU CAN TAKE IT AWAY RIGHT NOW AND EAT IT YES LOVELY GRASS FREE
who takes a copy of free grass and reads it, so shall he be blessed among men love
FREE WHO BEAUTIFUL FREE GRASS AND YOU MAY CAN WILL HAVE IT TO EAT AND STUFF UP YR
whosoever taketh a free blade of this grass so shall he be made whole again said
NOSE AS YOU WISH TO EAT? TO SEE TO BE UTTERLY FREE TAKE HOME A COPY FOR MUM LOVE ME

when.   Spring.   Gongula.   Too much

paleface pulled his nose.    exploding


myths.   Don said: chthonic.   well

I guess.    you explore.    smell

    of every  body's fragrance


my nose too can say:

        chthonic.  cyclonic.   Ezra

        hitch up yer pants

        we are of the same wood
                       give over

ya black bastard.         I love ya.

                           Patrick Lynch.

POEM

the sun comes up

it is like its own

broken promise

livid, gold

filled with the thought of horses


we sit

watching

the only morning

dreaming of guitars.

              Jennifer Heaslop.




I have seen a young man
walking the streets of the city in despair
his head is filled with black promises
he wonders how to reconcile
killing with kindness ( you are too kind)
mercy medicine with napalm ( hold still

this wont hurt did it )

nothing he can do ( how I

care for you ) ( where are the

              snows of yesteryear )
the walls of the city are           black
                                    black
                      they don't hear his soundless cry

I have seen an old man
praying in the neglected grass

                 of the park.

                                Jo Moore.

 


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we send greetings and uneven despair to the great auk, ourglass, mok, cross

currents, transit and terd. "oh happy band of wanderers, Lightsome be your load"

          (Isiah II:IV.)


 


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