#AmericanWriters
The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,
—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
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
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
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
Eternal consciousness in the Void (makes trial & jail seem almost friendly) a Kiss in the Storm
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
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 barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
