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,

The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock

The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan

Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads

April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns

Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire

Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.

One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon

The taste of rain —Why kneel?

Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by

But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain