Peter Anton Orlovsky

(1933 - 2010 / The Lower East Side of New York City)

Snail Poem - Poem by Peter Anton Orlovsky

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
of rain dribble thru this layer
down to the roots that will tickle my ear.
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
in sound curve or
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
trickle in my ear -
no choise but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisey
turned.
Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor
between weel & track.
So kitten string & ball, jumpe over this mound so
gently & cutely
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiousely
on its way.


Comments about Snail Poem by Peter Anton Orlovsky

  • (11/14/2016 6:32:00 PM)


    grows on you, Snail Poem do (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/14/2016 6:24:00 AM)

    WOW
    Never thought that way, thanks for sharing...10++ (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/14/2016 4:33:00 AM)

    Free aired!
    Way above my head. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/14/2016 1:20:00 AM)


    So kitten string & ball, jump over this mound so
    gently & cutely
    So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiously
    on its way.

    Thanks for sharing
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 21, 2016


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