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,
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...
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
—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)…
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
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
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 stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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
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
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
