#Americans
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
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
The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
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
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’?
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
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
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
Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
