Imagine Jean Cocteau in the lobby
holding a torch
Imagine a trained dog act,
...
A star of blood you fell
from the point of the hypodermic
singing of fabulous beasts &
spitting out the sex of vowels
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Let's take a silver train underground
to the back streets of Atlantis
thru the corrugated iron roots &
...
And surely we will die without memory
coming to cold in the shadow of space
& if it isn't too late
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Sunyata - Song to the Winter Sun
There was much wind
but I new not how to call it,
a roomful of strangers,
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July 14, Breakfast w/myself at the Olympia Diner, 106th & B'way
Fell asleep around 4 AM
w/ the TV on
Van Heflin & Barbara Stanwyck
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