The diamonds shone like broken glassUpon the midnight streetAnd all atop the walls were wetTheir white eyes glint & sleek Then from afar a gnome appearedAn angel flashed on furry…
everyone has Their own magicThere is no deathso nothing mattersHigh StyleFlash & forgive mehigh button shoesclean arrangementmessy breedinglove’s triumpheverlasting hope & fulfillment
The great hiway of dawnStretching to slumberpouring out from her greedypalms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubtSwiftly ensconced O Viking, your womencannot save youout on the great ship Time…
What can I read herWhat can I read heron a Sunday Morning What can I do that willsomehow reach heron a Sunday Morning I’ll read her the news ofThe Indian…
The night is young& full of restI can’t describe theway she’s dress’dShe’ll pander to some strangerequestsAnything that you suggestAnything to please her guest
a series of notes, prose-poemsstories, bits of play & dialogAphorisms, epigrams, essays Poems? Sure
-What is connection? -When 2 motions, thoughtto be infinite & mutuallyexclusive, meet in amoment. -Of Time? -Yes. -Time does not exist. There is no time. -Time is a straight plantation.
Midnightcriminal metabolism of guilt forestRattlesnakes whistles castanets Remove me from this hall of mirrorsThis filthy glass Are you herDo you look like thatHow could you be whenno one ever could~~~…
The walls screamed poetry disease & sexan inner whine like a mad machine –dropped in acave of roachesor rodents The Computerfaces of the men The wall collagereading matter The Traders…
-Moment of inner freedomwhen the mind is opened & theinfinite universe revealed& the soul is left to wanderdazed & confus’d searchinghere & there for teachers & friends.~~~ Moment of Freedomas…