#Americans
The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
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’?
What can I read her What can I read her on a Sunday Morning What can I do that will somehow reach her
The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt
The mushroom The unfolding instant of creation (fertilisation… not an instant separate from break… It all flows down & out, flowing
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
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
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
—Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus’d searching
The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange
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
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