Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Shake well, throw away
Shake well, throw away
Make best bread in a minute, be loved. In one instant (1) learn to drive a car. You might even get a car, all is possible If you are the executive I know you are. | |
Simply sign. Hold your breath. Now. The beautiful furniture is all yours. Pay nothing down, wealthy as you are, Or ever. With what? That concern is ours. | |
Helicopter to picnics at our risk. Sleep dreamless in pills, pens, shoes. Our golf balls make any course in par. Smoke. Eat the pictures. Everyone does. | |
You read about iceboxes in magazines, And love, don't you? stainless cabin-cruisers And love, don't you? and all-gold sinks And love among the foolproof food-freezers, | |
Don't you? I do. And it is come time now To kill off the dishonest not one by one But the thousand million circulation Till the cheerful stupid are dead and done. | |
Then the last survivor can start right, Chopping wood for the fire for all night, Hunting, killing, cooking one day's food. That would be honest. That would be good. | |