Voyager, wanderer of the heart,

Off to

          a million midnights, black, black

Voyager, wanderer of star worlds,

Off to

          a million tomorrows, black, black,

Seek and find Hiroshima’s children,

Send them back, send them back,.

Tear open concrete sealed cathedrals, spiritually locked

Fill vacant theaters with their musty diversions,

Almost forgotten laughter.

Give us back the twisted sons

Poisoned by mildewed fathers.

Find again the used up whores,

Dying in some forgotten corner,

Find sunlight, and barking dogs,

For the lost, decayed in sorry jails.

Find pity, find Hell for wax bitches,

Hidden in the bowels of male Cadillacs.

Find tomorrow and next time for Negro millionaires

Hopelessly trapped in their luxurious complexions.

Find love, and an everlasting fix for hopeless junkies,

Stealing into lost nights, long time.

Voyager now,

                          Off to a million midnights, black, black

Seek and find Hiroshima’s children,

                           Send them back, send them back.

Bob Kaufman (1925 - 1986)

Bob Kaufman (1925 – 1986)

Bob Kaufman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ip4__wnWhvQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aP8-MpCC_8

see also

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Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness:

http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9780811208017-0

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The Ancient Rain:

http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9780811208017-0

480e9358fb603a211760cd808e321980

Cranial Guitar: Selected Poems

http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781566890380-4

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