The taste of rain —Why kneel?
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
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
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 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
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,