#Americans
—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt
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
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
Eternal consciousness in the Void (makes trial & jail seem almost friendly) a Kiss in the Storm
down down down down down
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,
The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign… the day's divinity
