(1974)
5/23/74
#Americans
The penalty for desertion is death by a firing squad. I’m saving you this trouble enclosed is a pistol. loaded with only one bullet.
When I see a rabbit crushed by a moving van I have dreams of maniac computers miscalculating serious items pertinent to our lives.
I hear kitten pawing Cheap rug above my head The plain fact, you see, He is one flight closer To a moon than I becomes
First morning air of ocean grief down Brighton Ave. flow like soli… raft through calm river . . . Bus… engine in the grey expanse garage… this stuttering earth . . ..
Aunt Winnie fingers the thunder t… so that we have left everything as… but not as a cloud mind steps besi… the slow reservoir now it is all of this, the pink bu…
fuzzy jingles snail themselves to a brain leave . . . munch in cute arcs tired riffs of t.v. s… mutts snore under finger tips a rush of familiars
Wildlife falls extinct inside tube… burning to the touch moaning wings slide down my window… like lucite tears . . . look here: spiders somersault from attic ceil…
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest… And it resents fame With bitter vengeance
Lovely tones of mist sweep off the channels of England and the Irish sea ring with the strength of a home, from where you are and from where
Look at it It’s all blank The face in the photograph Too dark for features But the praying mantis
Ju-jus weaned on jargon of light w… Quasi-larcenous and petite . . . acquiesce under parasols the tudor… of ultra-mexicans bespecled in polaroid filter . . . clandestine…
I owe a lot to someone I’ve watch her tear full like an icarus it was like a star which is the sun
Yesterday you past into your lips... your hips and yo… poor unconsummated memory. we spent sick days was tragic sometimes
You’re growing up and rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the earth. and that’s good
