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
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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…
—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)…
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
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
“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 low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
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,
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
