“what?” they say, “you got a
computer?”
it’s like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many

the illusion is that you are simpl
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.

yes, they begin out in a willow, I
the starch mountains begin out in
and keep right on going without re
pumas and nectarines
somehow these mountains are like

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not

being the German kid in the 20’s i
was difficult.
there was much anti-German feeling
a carry-over from World War 1.
gangs of kids chased me through th

this head like a saucer
decorated with everything
as lip to lip we hang
in mechanical joy;
my hands blaze with arias

here they come
these guys
grey truck
radio playing
they are in a hurry

you haven’t lived
until you’ve been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
light bulb

having the low down blues and goin
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.

I was fairly drunk when it
began and I took out my bottle and
along the way. I was reading a wee
Kandel and I did not look quite a
pretty but