#Americans
The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt
—What is connection? —When 2 motions, thought to be infinite & mutually exclusive, meet in a moment.
The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning
Eternal consciousness in the Void (makes trial & jail seem almost friendly) a Kiss in the Storm
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence Shiny blackness
a series of notes, prose-poems stories, bits of play & dialog Aphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
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
Midnight criminal metabolism of guilt fores… Rattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirror… This filthy glass
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 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed,
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
everyone has Their own magic There is no death so nothing matters High Style Flash & forgive me
The walls screamed poetry disease… an inner whine like a mad machine… dropped in a cave of roaches or rodents
