The Dream Only of America

This is an earlier poem of his which first appeared in the dol down anthology in 1962. It's probably written in the late 50s titled uh the dream only of america to be lost among the 13 million pillars of grass this honey is delicious though it burns the throat and hiding from darkness in barns they can be grown-ups now. The murderous ashtray is more easily the lake a lilac cube he holds a key in his right hand please he asked willingly he is 30 years old that was before we could drive hundreds of miles at night to dandelions when his headache grew worseWe stopped at a wire filling station now he cared only about signs was the cigar a sign