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
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
—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)…
“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…
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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
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...
