#AmericanWriters
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
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
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign… the day's divinity
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
down down down down down
—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
The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
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
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,