Author: Peter Orlovsky

My bed is covered yellow – Oh Sun, I sit on you Oh golden field I lay on you Oh […]

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung […]

Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up […]

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory […]