April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
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
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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,
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...
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
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 great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
