The taste

spread in halfby 2 limbed fateRises from gray rainpavementsTo traffic in the bleakbrown airOf cities radar televisionnameless dumb &numb mis connicumbThrowing twigs thecolor of ink To white souledheaven, withA reality of its own uses

Is the same as no-ButteAll one lightOld Rough RoadsOne High IronMainwayDenver is the same‘The guy I was with his uncle wasthe govornor of Wyoming’‘Course he paid me back’Ten DaysTwo WeeksStock and Joint‘Was an old crook anyway’The same voice on the same shipThe Supreme VehicleS.S. ExcaliburMaynardMainlineMountainM erudvhagaMersion of Missy

—Rainy dawn.

2The awakened Buddha to show the way, the chosen Messiah to die in the degradation of sentience, is the golden eternity. One that is what is, the golden eternity, or, God, or, Tathagata-the name. The Named One. The human God. Sentient Godhood. Animate Divine. The Deified One. The Verified One. The Free One. The Liberator….

making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs – my mud packs –„Look John, a hitchhiker’„He looks like he’s got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat’‘Look Fred, that man by the road’ „Some sexfiend got in print in 1938…

Turns in the void expelling human beings,Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roanRacinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,Murderous attacking dog-armiesOf Africa, Rhinos roaming in thejungle,Vast boars and huge gigantic bullElephants, rams, eagles, condors,Pones and Porcupines and Pills-All the endless conception of livingbeingsGnashing everywhere in ConsciousnessThroughout the ten directions of spaceOccupying all…

– Why kneel?

O Harpo! When did you seem like an angelthe last time?and played the gray harp of gold?When did you steal the silverwareand bug-spray the guests?When did your brother find rainin you sunny courtyard?When did you chase your last blondeacross the Millionaires’ lawnwith a bait hook on a lineprotruding from your bicycle?Or when last you powderpuffedyour…

I sighed.

tell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the wallet,Gleefully he Whistled theperfecthornAnyhow, made no difference.Charley Parker, forgive me-Forgive me for not answering your eyes-For not having made in indicationOf that which you can devise-Charley Parker, pray for me-Pray for me and everybodyIn the Nirvanas of your…

Bearded full of junkSlouches waitingFor Apocalypse,Listens to the newNegro raw trumpet kidTell him the wooden news;And the beat of the bassThe bass—drives inDrummer drops a bombPiano tinkle tacklesSweet tenor liftingAll American sorrowsRaises mouthpiece to mouthAnd blows to fingerThe iron sounds

the cooking of hot dogsspitted in whittled sticksover flames of woodfirewith grease dropping in smoketo brown and blackenthe salty hotdogs,and the wine,and the work on the railroad.$275,000,000,000.00 in debtsays the GovernmentTwo hundred and seventy five billiondollars in debtLike UnendingHeavenAnd Unnumbered Sentient BeingsWho will be admitted –Not-Numberable –To the new Pair of ShoesOf White Guru FleeceO…