Philip Glenn Whalen Poems

I always say I won't go back to the mountains
I am too old and fat there are bugs mean mules
And pancakes every morning of the world
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They pass before me one by one riding on animals
'What are you waiting for,' they want to know

Z—, young as he is (& mad into the bargain) tells me
'Some day you'll drop everything & become a rishi, you know.'
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I need everything else
Anything else
Desperately
But I have nothing
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