We Go Out Together In the Staring Town

By Kenneth Patchen

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.