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 wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
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
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
—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 low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
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
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…