they usually fry flat
these things aren't alive they're tortillas
I wonder that they will come
do I hear them
anytime after four
look I'm cooking all these leaves for nothing
bends because there's still some moisture inside it
they must have went home
look at that floor
well I'm ready
no development from mess call
all yes a quiet evening at home
you and your friend there what's her name
some time in the early evening means
they never intended to come for dinner
joined that one
he can make some cars
sink and some cars rise
all the beauties
of the swing
Would you go out
on a limb for a friend?
Crawl out there among the leaves and branches,
swaying in the breeze
with sunlight dappled leaves
across your physiognomy,
And would you stay there
Long up in the air
As night set in and the stars,
Would you stay there long?
And would you saw the limb
You're sitting on? And fall?
And what would you do
when you got up off the ground?
The upstairs flat has been rented by an order of
monks, who get up at 4 in the morning and chant. I'd
almost rather the crazy woman with the TV set that ate
cats was still there, but she got married and moved
to the suburbs.
The monks have purchased the great organ from the
Fox Theatre, but none of them can play it. The crazy
woman had an accordion, and of course when she fed a
cat to the TV the noise was terrific, but I'm dreading
the day they get someone into the order who can play
the organ.
The man downstairs drinks. He hasn't noticed the
monks yet, but some morning when he's coming home from
the bars he'll see the black-hooded figures filing out
of the upstairs flat on their way to St. Peter and
Swinging
behind her
swinging behind
is swinging
behind her
like a lantern
her swinging
behind.
lie head eye closed
see down dark
lanes of wish
running light
ever away ---
in the clothes
of dark shades
some income-
subtracted rainbow appeal
to reason where wear is
black odds
exposed to red
herring soup
black chips
fortune's coup
black blues
Screeching NYC
macaws
clothesline to oblivion
Move to Hollywood
get up in the morning
jump into your overalls
chop down your own fruit trees
health
holy
wholesome
hole
mole
sole shallow
pole
hale
words
a little
sky
foot
the earth
all over
loosening
the rain
Sleeping Ace was sad in Texas with his wife. Money
can save you said his wife. And days, weeks of soli-
tude will strengthen your hair as you make it grow.
But that was disappointing really, because Sleeping
Ace already had millions. They were located high above
the earth's atmosphere where no one could wake them,
The brightness of these little critters was sense it-
self. How frail they are, wondered Sleeping Ace. He
did not say it though, because he was talking to his
wife on the telephone about education, I'm getting an
education just moving my car said Mrs. Sleeping Ace.
Sleeping Ace sat around and did nothing. Texas is too
hot, they used to complain. That was before Sleeping
This is the way it happened that night. I was
tooling and I was slicing. I was stock still. 2 nomads
popped across the hill. My radio said go, boy, and my
company said the same thing. Into that bag of lunch
stepped yours truly. In the dark, I could see only
three beans, each red and yellow offset by a green.
There was more time than I knew how to use I could
feel it nourishing the bones I might later throw into
action. Quite possibly an atomic storm riddled every
glimmering window. A familiar fear gripped my comb
and red wigs flew from my skull. Sense of urgency had
put me out into that silver space half destiny half
desire and now not one thing there did I know to do.
My rooms stood.