Dead Whistle Stop Already End Poem by William Burroughs

Ahab to his companion falling over there in any out from the dawn

skin staring stirring unbelief he strode towards a long

drink and looked into the the actors ourselves become

muzzle of Spain and 42 St. old banner illustrating

I was standing by the wax before dead whistle stop already

cross the red moon terminal time scarred end.

scanning patterns on my face me in your back, pal"

dawn words falling will say it all consists in irradiating

this dead whistle stop in the language before creation

he strode towards the actors in the city "Here he is now"

obsidian morning sniffing quivering need masturbating afternoons

spitting blood dead rainbow flesh he moved as sharp as

on the iron streets fish smell and dead eyes water reeds

scarred metal faces running into the mines liquid typewriter

flickered on field where flesh circulates red fish talk falling

he strode towards pant smell language like muttering

Spain and 42 st. running in the gutter where is he now?

the actors dead dawn word falling he was caught in the zoo

whistle stop already scanning patterns jissom webs drifting

slow ferris wheel running rainbow flesh over the White Subway