Mingus and PatchenI missed Day of the Deadbeats this year, and was really bummed when I saw Joseph Sulier was going to close the evening with a Kenneth Patchen poem. I had a letter from Miriam Patchen thumb tacked to my wall for the longest time.
I Feel Drunk All The Time
Jesus it's beautiful!
Great mother of big apples it is a pretty
World!
You're a bastard Mr. Death
And I wish you didn't have no look-in here.
I don't know how the rest of you feel,
But I feel drunk all the time
And I wish to hell we didn't have to die.
O you're a merry bastard Mr. Death
And I wish you didn't have no hand in this game
Because it's too damn beautiful for anybody to die.
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