Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.
Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- Thistles blossomed late afternoon.
...
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
...
Reality is a question
of realizing how real
the world is already.
...
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
lying policemen
and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the
Naked,
...
I
What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
...
I
In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
...
Blandly mother
takes him strolling
by railroad and by river
-he's the son of the absconded
...
I came home and found a lion in my room...
[First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175]
...
I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on
84th Street
...