We Go Out Together In The Staring Town

We go out together into the staring town
And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with
flowered labels

Everywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling
show

A great deal has been said of the handless serpents
Which war has set loose in the gay milk of our
heads

But because you braid your hair and taste like
honey of heaven
We go together into town to buy wine and
yellow candles.

by Kenneth Patchen

Comments (4)

I wonder why everyone was staring, war is a focus point, 'we put on our whirling show' could be a metaphor for live fast as dying young; I would be interested in the background context of this poem.
Congrats on the modern poem of the Day and thanks for sharing.
Wine and yellow candles. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I wish that more of his works were posted on this site.