The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
—lights out— fall, hands a-clasped, into instan… ecstasy like a shot of heroin or m… the gland inside of my brain disch… the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid)…
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.