—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)…

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 story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional

The taste of rain —Why kneel?

“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…

Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,

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...

The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.