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,
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
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...
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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
—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)…
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
“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 stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
