But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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...
—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 wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
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
