Haiku The taste

The low yellow  moon above Quiet lamplit house.

"Tryna get to sunny Californy" -Boom. It's the awful raincoatmaking 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…

And how sweet a story it When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions

I lie on my back at midnighthearing the marvelous strange chimeof 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…

Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5 years ago - other furies other losses -America's trying to control the uncontrollable Forest fires, The essential smile In the essential sleep Of the children Of the essential mindI'm…

-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain dischargingthe good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) asi hap-down and hold all my body partsdown to a deadstop…

Birds singing in the dark—Rainy dawn.

April doesnt hurt Like it does in New England The Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming Live for survival, not for "