#Americans
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’?
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
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—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
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
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,
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.
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her