The taste

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…

I sighed.

of the clocks, and know it’s mid-night and in that instant the wholeworld swims into sight for mein the form of beautiful swarm-ing m u t t a worlds-everything is happening, shiningBuhudda-lands,bhutiblazing in faith, I know I’mforever right & all’s I got todo (as I hear the ordinaryextant voices of ladies talkingin some kitchen at…

The groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive for survival, not for ‘kicks’Be a bangtail describer,like of shrouded travelerin Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $The Angry Hunger(hunger is anger)who fears thehungry feareththe angry)And so I came homeTo Golden far awayTwas on…

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…

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 groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive for survival, not for ‘kicks’Be a bangtail describer,like of shrouded travelerin Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $The Angry Hunger(hunger is anger)who fears thehungry feareththe angry)And so I came homeTo Golden far awayTwas on…

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…

Sitting downIn dark railyardsWhen to see my mother’s faceRecalling from the waking visionI wept to understandThe trap mortalityAnd personal blood of earthWhich saw me in—Father fatherWhy hast thou forsaken me?Mortality & unpleasureRoam this city—Unhappiness my middle nameI want to be saved,-Sunk—can’t beWon’t beNever was made—So retch!

The tragedy of HamletIn vainThe key in the lockIn vainThe sleeping motherIn vainThe lamp in the cornerIn vainThe lamp in the corner unlitIn vainAbraham LincolnIn vainThe Aztec empireIn vainThe writing hand: in vain(The shoetrees in the shoesIn vainThe windowshade string uponthe hand bibleIn vain—The glitter of the greenglassashtrayIn vainThe bear in the woodsIn vainThe Life…

Inside, outside,I don’t know whySomething so conditionalAnd all talkShould hurt me so.I am hurtI am scaredI want to liveI want to dieI don’t knowWhere to turnIn the VoidAnd whenTo cutOutFor no Church told meNo Guru holds meNo adviceJust stoneOf New YorkAnd on the cafeteriaWe hearThe saxophoneO dead RubyDied of ShotIn Thirty Two,Sounding like old timesAnd…

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…