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,
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
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
Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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…
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire