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
“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…
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
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 great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
—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)…
