The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
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...
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
“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 wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...