The fantastic steelsmoke
In choke mad tunnels
of Timbercountry Calif.
where if I’d-a fell,
I’d-a fell on peb pebbles
of sore iron grit,
of hard put to it
Importunate fool that I was,
I raved to fight Saviors
Instead of listening in
To the Light – still a fool
23rd Chorus
CHORUS NO. 1 of
Blues in Bill’s Pad
CHORUS NO. 23 of
San Francisco Blues
FOURTEEN CHORUSES
of Blue City Blues
Fifteen O Choruses
of Genu wine blues
Sing you a blues song
sing you a tune
Sing you eight bars
of Strike Up the Band
Eight of Indiana, eight
of Israel,
Eight of Chubby’s Chubby,
eight of old Wardell
Yes baby, Count Blue
Basie’s fat old Chock
Wallopin Fat Rushing
Was a wow old saloon man
24th Chorus
All great statements ever made
abide in death
All the magnificent & witty
rewards of French Lettrism
Abide in death
All the Roman Sculptor
of Heroes, all Picassos
and Micassos and
Macayos
and
Machados
and Kerouaco’s –
even Asvaghosha’s Glorious Statement
and Asanga’s and Holy Sayadaw
and all the good and kind saints
and the divine unabstractable ones
the holy and perfect ones
All Buddhas and Dharmas
All Jesuses and Jerusalems
And Jordans and How are You’s
– Nil, none, a dream,
A bubble pop, a foam snit
in the immensities of the sea
at midnight in the dark
25th Chorus
Dont worry about death
Once you’re there
Because it is trackless
Having no track to follow
You will rest where you are
In inside of the essence
But the moment I say essence
I draw that word back
And that remark – essence’s
Unspoken, you cant say a word,
essence is the word for the finger
that shows us bright blankness
When we look into the God face
We see radiant irradiation
From middleless center
Of Objectless fire roe-ing
In a fieldstar all its own
Is my own, is your own,
Is not Owned by Self-Owner
but found by Self-Loser –
Old Ancient Teaching
26th Chorus
Knew all along
That when chicken is eaten
Rooster aint worried
And when Rooster is eaten
Chicken aint worried
Because what’s there to worry
What’s there to grow teeth
To eat rebirth’s beginningless
Meat of Eternal Comeback?
For Christ Sake stop saying
And saving your lives,
It’s only one more hour
Beyond your pale light
There’s no end on all sides
The saylessness, the sayless ork
awk ah of child
on afternoon sidewalk
Or of Hurubela Elephant Cow
of Ant Colonies
M’e’r y o cking
in a moment
of the Landscape day
in Vast Acadian
Pure Land –
Buddha loved all sentient beings
27th Chorus
Krissake Wakeup
Nuts like Carl Solomon
A sharp Jew I know,
Say that all’s already ended,
A dream a long time done.
Sit in the Bedlam high
Inside Mind listening dreaming
To the music of the time
Coming through the Aura Hole
Of Old Father Time
Mustache on a Jimmy the Greek
stage
Ork, song of Nova Scotia,
Silly, any, songs,
Floating in the Open Blue,
Balancing on Balloons,
Balloons, BALLOONS,
BALLOONS of Rosé Hope,
balloons Balloons BALLOONS
the Vast Integral Crap
a
Balloons
BALLOONS is your time
Balloons is the ending
THAT’S THE SCENE
28th Chorus
The discriminating mind.
Discrimination is when, say,
you’re offered something
And you accept it one way
or the other,
Not thinking of improving;
Then comes the Craft Gleam
And you look over to see
What’s to be to advantage,
And find it, pouncin like a Puma,
Like a Miser Hero of Gold
Cellars
& Herring
in barrels,
– And you seek to achieve
Greater satisfaction
Which is already impossible
Because of Supreme Reality
and Time
And Timelessness Entire
All conjoined & arranged & finished
By Karmas of Rue
In heavenlands remote –
You suffer & you fall,
You discriminate a ball.
29th Chorus
“Man, now, you wont let me talk”
Gripes the irreligious feline cat –
That cat has no trumpet
But bubblegum to blow on
Poor sad Bhikku of the Forest
Of poor, lost little Nino
In Calles of Forever,
Streets of Old Burma,
Be saved secret wretched
Urchin brother hero
You are protected
By the Guardians
of
the
Alone
All is alone, you dont have to talk
One Light, One Transcendental Ecstasy
If they dont understand that
In the South, it’s because
All their Baptists
Have not been to Shool
30th Chorus
Tender is the Night
Tender is the Eve Star
F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Alamoan
Huckster Crockett Hero
Who burned his Wife Down
and tore up the 95 Devils
with crashes of laughter
and breaking of glass
in the monocled Ibyarritz
the Little Grey Fox
OF NEW HAVEN CONN
via Princeton O Sure
Tender is the marlin spike,
Tender is the sea,
Tender the London Fog
That Befalls to Me
Tender is the Cat’s Bath
Blue Meow
The Little Grey Fox
That nibbled at the grapes
Tender was his foreskin,
tender his Nape.
31st Chorus
Three Saints in Four Acts
by Gertrude Stein
A Great Prophet
is a Great Teacher
But he is also
a Great Saint
And he is furthermore
a Great Man
And more than that
an incomparable listener
to music and non-music
everywhere
And a Great Sitter Under Trees,
And a
Man of Trees,
And a Man of Sorrows,
And a Lemon Light
of Angel Sounds
and Singer of Religion
wild singer of come-igion
wild lover of the origin
wild hater of hate his own
Convulsive writer of Poems
And dialog for Saints
Stomping their feet
On Pirandelloan stage
32nd Chorus
Newton’s theory of relativity
and grave gravity
Is that rocks’ll fall on your head
Pluto is the Latest Star
Astronomical facts
from under the bar.
Little cottages on hills receive
the Constellation of
the Southern Hemisphere
Where rosy doves’re seen flyin
Past Pis Cacuaqaheuro
Monte Visto de Santo
De Gassa – healing helium
gas – from the substance
on the sun star –
gas discovered on the sun
by spectral gazing
Sorcerers hoppity skop
with the same familiarity
In my Buddhaland dreams –
Monotonous monotony
of endless grape dirigible stars
33rd Chorus
A vast cavern, huh?
I stop & jump to other field
And you wander around
Like Jap prisoners
In Salt Lake Cities
Under San Francisco’s
Sewage disaster.
“An explorer of souls
and cities –”
“A lowdown junkey” –
“Who has discovered
that the essence of life
is found only in the poppy plant
with the help of odium
the addict explores
the world anew
and creates a world
in his own image
with the help of Madame
Poppy
I’m an idealist
who has outgrown
my idealism
I have nothing to do
the rest of my life
but do it
and the rest of my life
to do it”
34th Chorus
“I have no plans
No dates
No appointments with anybody
So I leisurely explore
Souls and Cities
Geographically I’m from
and belong to that group
called Pennsylvania Dutch
But I’m really a citizen
of the world
who hates Communism
and tolerates Democracy
Of which Plato said 2000 years
ago,
Was the best form of bad government
I’m merely exploring souls & cities
From the vantage point
Of my ivory tower built,
Built with the assistance
of Opium
That’s enough, isnt it?”
35th Chorus
It was the best show,
the guys used to give up
a good movie
just to hear him talk
Now is the Time
Now is the Time
To kill an hour
and Delaware Punch
each
A Star is Born –
muckle lips in the movie
“I’d rather not” –
“I really dont wanta go” –
Yeah, fuck the movie.
Fuck the mambo.
Fuck is a dirty word
But it comes out clean.
Everything (after a gasp)
is fine, already really.
Whatever it was.
“Anyway it happened”
Says Allen (Poe) Ginsberg –
Quote from Plato right?
Time on a Bat – growl of truck.
36th Chorus
No direction
No direction to go
Burroughs says it’s a time-space
travel ship
Connected with mystiques
and mysteries
Of he claims transcendental
majesties,
Pulque green crabapples
of hypnotic dream
In hanging Ecuad vine.
Burroughs says, We have destiny,
Last of the Faustian Men.
No direction in the void
Is the news from the void
In touch with the void
Everywhere void
No direction to go
(but)
(in) ward
Hm
(ripping of paper indicates
helplessness anyway)
37th Chorus
Mad about the Boy –
Tune – Fué –
Going along with the dance
Lester Young in eternity
blowing his horn alone
Alone – Nobody’s alone
For more than a minute.
Growl, low, tenorman,
Work out your tune till the day
Is break, smooth out the rough night,
Wail,
Break their Beatbutton bones
On the Bank of Broad
England Ah Patooty
Teaward Time
Of Proust & bearded
Majesty
In rooms of dun ago
in long a lash
alarum speakum
mansions tennessee
of gory william tree
– (remember that little
box of tacks?)
38th Chorus
(Pome beginning with parenthesis:–
God!)
Garver has an Aztec Hammer
To batter the tacks in
It’s made of Pyramid Stone
The shape of a Knot –
Cleopatra’s Knot –
The Knotty issue Marc
Brandelian Antonio
Julius Marc McAnthony
Thorny horn of hare
Propensities and hair
And disgusting to the bare.
Aztec Hammer, never stop.
Folded ripplefold over there
nice,
Tacks went in,
“It’s take an artist
to do all this”
Careful man of cellophane
decks
&
sometimes
ceremonial
silver foil
but
usually
plain pleasant paper
39th Chorus
Comfortable Patience –
Talkin about a Hobbyman
Who draws cartoons for a livin,
Bangin in tacks carefully
For King Features Syndicate
Has got him by the balls
And Hammerthongs
And central Goonyak
Worp Ward
Orphantail –
Aztec Stick –
ugly Spew Smoke
Dragon Beoryen
smitherwolf
Wildstar
Monster Over the Fence
is Frankenstein
Careful, true, Nirvana,
Patient in his Comfort,
Humble in his Demands,
Weary of the Fear,
No longer fearing
The fair happy air
Permeated with Cherub
And fingers a pair
In V Victory – meaning One
40th Chorus
Did bespat and beshit himself Rabelais,
Roundelay, singing with a chocolate
mouth
Did tangle in the gangles
of legs’ hair
And scream with the wine
in his glut.
“What do you think?”
This cover is most excellent,
It’s shiny and red,
This car will do nicely
All over the bed.
Rabelais was a mad nut
And also a doctor
And wrote of priests’ jocks
In 1492
Wha’ hoppen in Oaxaca?
– gluts rained glut
guts out of her
brimy bottard
and washed the old man’s
river underwear
41st Chorus
That other part of your mind
Where everything’s refined
To thin hare screamers
Must be in the cavern
Somewhere.
But was is its self-nature
of location?
Nada, nadir, naparinirvana
ni parinirvana
But Most Excellent & Wise,
the Glorious Servant
of Sentient Needs
Tathagata Akshobya,
Brother of Merudhvhaga,
Kin to Sariputra –
Holy & Wise
Like John in the Wood
42nd Chorus
POEM WRITTEN ON A SAILBOAT
It’s a powerful sock powerful
Mock powerful breeze blowin
Across this leeward shirsh
Of fought waters thrashin
Up to spit on the deck
Of Heroing Man,
Ah, as we sail the jibboom
Upon the va va voom
And Saltpeter’s her petter
Again, the Larceny Commission’ll
Hear of this, fight the lawyers,
Upset the silly laws, anger
the
hare
brain
bird
of
wine
In his railroad tam o shanter
Commemorative termagant
Able to dissect such tycoon
Burpers outa their B Movies’
Investment in Black.
‘Bop’
Even on a sailboat
I end up writin bop
43rd Chorus
Mexico City Bop
I got the huck bop
I got the floogle mock
I got the thiri chiribim
bitchy bitchy bitchy
batch batch
Chippely bop
Noise like that
Like fall in off porches
Of Tenement Petersburg
Russia Chicago O Yay.
Like, when you see,
the trumpet kind, horn
shiny in his hand, raise
it in smoke among heads
he bespeaks, elucidates,
explains and drops out,
end of chorus, staring
at the final wall
where in Africa
the old men petered
out on their own account