#AmericanWriters
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
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 barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
Eternal consciousness in the Void (makes trial & jail seem almost friendly) a Kiss in the Storm
—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
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
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
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
—What is connection? —When 2 motions, thought to be infinite & mutually exclusive, meet in a moment.
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure