April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
—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...
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
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
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
