#Americans
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
down down down down down
The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign… the day's divinity
Thoughts in time and out of season The Hitchhiker stood by the side… And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason. Hi. How you doin’?
—What is connection? —When 2 motions, thought to be infinite & mutually exclusive, meet in a moment.
I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or sma… I can become gigantic & reach the
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity
The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,
The diamonds shone like broken gla… Upon the midnight street And all atop the walls were wet Their white eyes glint & sleek Then from afar a gnome appeared