#Americans
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
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
Eternal consciousness in the Void (makes trial & jail seem almost friendly) a Kiss in the Storm
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What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
—What is connection? —When 2 motions, thought to be infinite & mutually exclusive, meet in a moment.
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
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’?
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
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
