We go out together into the staring town <br />And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with <br />flowered labels <br /> <br />Everywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling <br />show <br /> <br />A great deal has been said of the handless serpents <br />Which war has set loose in the gay milk of our <br />heads <br /> <br />But because you braid your hair and taste like <br />honey of heaven <br />We go together into town to buy wine and <br />yellow candles.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-go-out-together-in-the-staring-town/
