Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
—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)…
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
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
“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 great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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,
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
And how sweet a story it is When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.