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 taste of rain —Why kneel?
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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
—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)…
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
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…
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
“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…
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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,
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
