Kitty Drum Barry
Gray, you like cemetary
swing?
“Big Xmas Seal”
Hockey teamsâ?
Al? âshape
lay, & the Elington
Good high school
sex orgy
girls
in the woods
of
rape,
nun dear
The New Orleans New York
Club
wishes to announce
the opening
of
new sessions,
& new fields, Daddio,
Dave Brubeck's
the swingingest
And I wish to say
Farewell
to
Al
Smith
Hello Dave
For Minors Only
is the name of a new record
all about trumpet
& trimban
Zlap
Peter Orlovsky
is the cat to play to
You see dont you dig
on all sides
the wild sounds?
and o the conceptions
you made
on
Thursday
afternoon
trumpet man, dont blow
that thing at me,
blow it to
banana
Timmy got back,
soft Blakey lamb
Timmy got back
& wrote rhymes
And we sat purring on the bed
with Tammy
And made it 5 percent
thousand
Times a day, swinging,
we had sand,
We had Gothic top
Cathedral girls
But O in Euniceburg
they footballed
Stupid me from Edgar
Lear's interior
Majesty
No, this lamby bit
Is what I mean
O Orlando, O sweet
No Orlander phonecalls
Georgia Flowerbranch
Lamby mean, William,
Lamb dust? Nnaaa!
Softy uglu flutey?
Almostâ
Pan flute Erdic
Shook spear
that Venusian cunt
was neat when
I'se a Nigger
was
a
baby
O Gary Snyder
we work in many ways
In Montreal I suffered tile
and rain
In Additional Christmas
waylayed babes
In old crow Hotels
full of blue babes
in pink dressinggowns
down
But O Gary Snyder,
where'd you go,
What I meant was
there you go
In Montreal I worked a manied-way
And, better than Old Post,
I learned t'appreciate
in many ways
Montreal, Soulsville,
and Drain
Listening to a guy play
tenor saxophone &
keep the tune inside
chords & structures,
as sweetly as this,
you'll experience
the same
fitly thrill
you got from Mozart
It is pure musical beauty,
like a musicale
among wigs
People who dont understand
jazz are tone-deaf
& dont understand
what tone-deaf &
simply deaf
meant to Ludwig
van
Beethoven
*
Goats as soft as break
of day
  In swamp
Mexico
*
Can diamond cut iron?
Diamond cuts glass
glass links
But can it cut
An iron link?
Nirvana means Cut-Link
If diamond dont cut glass
or iron dont count,
hey?
maybe the Wisdom Vow
o the Diamondcutter
may have made it
The only responsibility to a child
is to feed, the rest is
interference
Can you just see
a man arrested
for letting his daughter
fuck
around the block
anyway
anywhere
just so long as she got
home to eat her
dinner, he's telling
the cops
absolutely that
And the girl gets married?
I have a bunch of stray cats
in my yard
I wouldnt
have
a daughter
Whattayouwanta have er for
You wanta sling sperm
over her?
Avin her now, ey you
old reprobate
Lissen, just keep that daughter
away from my knees
after she's thirteen
And between ten & that
tell her to lay off
the rough stuff
With boys you can play
as rough as you want,
but once ye spank em
they hate you forever
Oi Karamazov!
O Apollo
Men
are the beautiful
The women miss cats
Cads & rogues
of Montreal all,
or blue diers in deep pars
asking for golfscore
But in any Case
tsa united press
Old dotin old fuck
There's this old man,
he come down this road
just a walking with some
a whatyamaycallit
in a big bottle
& I dont know what was in it
& it come night
& I was in my house
& here come this old man
down the road
drinking outa that bottle
And there was Allen Wayne
in his house
& he had to hang this sheet
on the clothesline
& that old man dropped
that bottle in his
yard
& that shu old man
dropped that bottle
down that road
And that's all,
Uncle Fred
Maybe it's resting in the arms
of Jesus,
or just a cloudy windy day
In the trees
*
But since there's an infinite
amount of angels,
and Infinite ends in no âs,'
it must be
one angel
Infinites Angels?
Maybe that bird that floats
hill belly on the wind up there,
and that cat
that pats
in this grass,
is the same
Infinite
Worldwide
Angel
A hard hearted old farmer
hidin his wine in the cellar
When he goes out he wears
earmuffs
He has a doublebitted axe
sharp enough
to shave shit
His people are all buried
in the same cemetery,
which is located
under the doorstep
where the boy
couldnt get through
from the tomb
If we do battle,
Monsieur,
And you lose,
I gain nothing,
And if I lose,
you gain
Satisfaction
This is what the peasant said
when the aristocrat
challenged him to a duel
Women move slowly
but they dont stop
Europe, weep in your gloomy
rain
I brought it to him
so I could get you
in Paradise
Abraham, drinking water by the tents
Pacing up & down the soft sand
under the stars
Worrying about Villages
Wondering if your vision was real
or just a foolish importunity
in your mind.
Yet moving on in the morning anyway
  with the rattle of pack asses.
Abraham, the dew is in your beard
Abraham my eyes are open
You are weird
Abraham they've brought you
Your rooftops are mended
Your women bend no more
their heads under the sleepy
tentflap, & goats dont yew
& cry nomo in the singsong
tentvillage night
Abraham I didnt write this right
Dont ever come to Florida
A man was gettin up for work
& reached under his bed
in Kissimee
and a coral snake
bit him, February Florida
(lookin for his shoes)
A little boy playin in his yard
was et by a alligator
(true)
And an old lady dyin in her bed
was et up by fire ants
which found her
clean from the yard
And my mother saw a lizard
one foot long
on the garbage pail
that had big red eyes
(The fire ants went in
thru the mouth, man)
There's a middlewestern prurience
about Greeks.â
Your little earth-nut, O potato
war, riots mama dears around
papap's paternal root
Silkyboo
(oo!)
Found the Sound
Hollywood boy sing dog song
Dont be fooled by gun car
Or shine in hat of Sheriff
Cochise,
or turn that dial,
boy, you know whats happen
to you when yard dog
bit your fame
Yair, & dont sweep any leaves,
Watch me play basketball
I guessâ
In Inverness, where I'sa
played hogball since
your pappy skinned
âOkay, old
suit, see
ya more
Airplanes dropping barrels
of shit on the White House
On Roosevelt's very head
What do the women know
of the wood?
All they gotta do is get drunk,
Honorary Mayor
Up sprang the butcher boy
with the spring old man!
Why'st the fool play thou?
Because fools always follow.
Followest what?
Because fooly are always follying?
Nay, Sire, it was forgotten
in that body's balconeer
God ushered me into my house
What a batting champeen
honorable American Navy
Sweetheart God is to us
Japanese Rigour Girls
Buy that, Moke!
Dazz, I'ze innerested
in drape fall circus
and yo, yo got childrees
pleak okomiko bonny
sugar, ah, sweet,
dont let Robert Burns
burn that cigar of yours
Or mice lay men
to diamondshine
your kittlepee poopoo
Grace,
Otherwise purd
Hurt
New Year
Way out
But not too way out
Barefaced wretchâ
you're a pretty nice
barefaced wretchâ
as bare faced wretches
go
True Toy!
Great day in the morning,
Ugh-y!
Hollywood, if you want
little girls raped by sex
fiends, dont hint with
symbols, give it to me
Straight
Otto was pretty miserable
He chased little girls
to rape in sawdust
apartments yet unbuilt
He was a ugly big Otto
but O when I was
a little girl I loved
all that
The lovely maniac
makes me smile
Who is going to get rid
of his discriminating mind,
which is the way to
heaven, when he is being
eaten by crocodiles?
By means of his extremely
slow metabolism he was
enabled to keep far
on the father light,
far from the energy
particle of the mother
Ah, it's a depressing situation:
we imagine that
we live and imagine
that we die, too bad,
too bad
Manly manly manly friend
says the faggot on TV
(
FIRST SOLO
)
Even when I was a little boy
I was always alone
with my guardian angel
Playing Tarzan
An icicle fell on me
& cut my arm
I had a rope around my neck
I was hanged in Innifree
Had my hand cut off in Perfldee
Never had my fill
of Thee
ST MICHAEL IN THE CORNER,
NINE FEET TALL
The Only One
said Christ to me
When you're alone in Heaven
with God
Who is my Father
and Thine
You'll know that your self
you
And your guardian angel,
One,
And the self of any
Is
The Only Oneâ
Sad Bent Head
in “Cant-Get-Away
From-That-Tnnisfree”
I wonder what's hiding
in the Cross?
Did Jesus free the world?
Before him there were murders
officially.
From body to effigy
went history.
Emily Dickinson me that,
Thomas Hardy.
Roll me a pearl me
that, O Big Sur Sea.
And you, Ferlinghetti,
how do you like that
For rhyming free
Free of a doctor's degree.
Jean Louee.
When I drink Bénédictine
I drink what the Holy
Father
Blessed
I drink the blood of Christ?
Naw!
I drink Christ hisselfâ
I say “Thank ye, God”
and drinkâ
And kiss the bottle
With the Cross on it
And D.O.M.
the director of drinkersâ
The Heavenly Daiquiri?
The troublesome Innisfree.
What's all this Innisfree
Running straight thru me?
Was Yeats invented it?
Or O'Shawn the Yurner?
Repetitive old rolling
smoke balloons?
Paul Newman's mouth
with Spanish ladies
arguing?
What?âSome truck?
Some cigaree? Halles
Market onions are free?
My Guardian Angel's
About to tell meâ
Alone with my Guardian Angel
Alone in Innisfree
Alone in Mexico
City
Alone with Benedict,
Cave is free,
alone is alone,
Thou Only Oneâ
Alone and Alone
The song of the pree
(Pree means prayer
in English & Frenchie)
Choose yr words lightly,
shit on the world,
Merton'll die
when he reads
this from me
I love Lax
A regular Pax
I love Lax
not Ex Lax
but
you see
Now Lax
But's teeth ne'er held
The comedian so grand
As them Lax horse teeth
Held prayer
to ground
Lax is a singer
Lax is a goner
Lax is a gonna
get mad onner
My hand is moved
by holy angels
The life we are in
is invisible
Holy Ghost
If you could see me,
hoodlum,
You'd be Saint
Cant slash
at a loser
For Oy Yai O Paint
âThose lies are for liars
And me I'm a liar,
So liars forget
the handsome beget
The ugliest pricks
The angel beset
But I stopped to think
The angel dont care
Nine feet tall
Beside the wall
Wants me cut out
To do the rub out
But I got fathers to care for
Father Shoyer is one
Father Gioscia is two
That's enough for you
âAh Lucien
Al Jalisco
Ah I'm drunk
borracho
Too drunk to write
Cant see the light
It's a strange thing when nuts
get together
To form one cockâ
Young girls should shudder
in that empty lightâ
The holy of angels,
I wonder what's he think?
Shd push pencils
for agers, masagers,
Masseurs and all?
Oll? Lovely bedoodlers
in Time's Holy All
Holiest Ghostliest
ramified Hall
And, said I to the Angel,
that
shall
certainly do,
And the Angel said:
D you remember Gregory?
Corso, the Way of Poetry?
Orlovsky too?
And Ginsberg O Shay?
And Burroughs the Master
speaks thru his teeth?
And the writer of story
the generous Honkey?
And Lafcadio the Holy
Innocent of Russia,
the Patriarch, & Sebastian?
And Lucien?
And Neal Cassady?
Move my hand Lord
move my hand
Tell Ray Bremser
something calm him
down
Tell Leroi Jones
& Diane di Prima
tooo
They dont know
that Heaven
which is waiting for them
In the land of OO