Vendors of Take a Giant Step
Say Hailé
In back se malleys
Selling drunks
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I always did say
Aunt Semonila
The Amapola Champeen
Of Yon Yucatan
will never find
her potatoes
Till she sticks in her hands
Potatoes of paternity
Grow deep,
Edie.
Nut went Crazy
Fife Faces of Man
In One Cell
Ow are you?
Fall.
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AZTEC BLUES
“A kek Horrac”
I hear in the Aztec Night
Of Mystery
Where the Plateau Moon
With Moon Citlapol
Over the dobe roofs
Of Heroé Mexico.
“Screeaa-ra- sarat”
The Scraping of Chair,
Followed by Toot & Boom.
Punk! says Iron Pot Lid.
Tup! says finger toilet.
Tuck! says dime on Ice.
Ferwutl says Beard Bird.
Howl of Moondogs in Monterrey
When dry is Riverbottom
Baseball Rock
Nothing nada like this scene
Of Apish majesty
In April’s hide of hair
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It’s really a Brooklyn Night
the Aztec Night
the Mix Toltec Night
the Saragossa Night
the Tarasco Night
Jaqui Keracky
Grow Opium
In Ole Culiacan
(BLANK, the singer
sings nothing)
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I said Well
Bad time of month for me –
So last I saw or heard a
him –
Matter of fact, he even –
But he never hardly
gave me the 10 pesos
So I was figuring it was
worthwhile to keep
the bum outa my hair,
ten pesos
Only one guy I ever known
He always paid me back
Angel Gabriel
Bright on High
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Fifty pesos
3 Cheers Forever
It’s beautiful to be comfortable
Nirvana here I am
When I was born Tathagatas
Assembled from all universes
And chanted in my ear
The gray song of Nirvana
Saying “Dont Come Back”
Then my Angel Gerard
Protected & comforted me
In the Rainy Misery
And my mother smiled
And my father was dark
And my sister
And I sat on the floor
And I Void Listened
To the Eternal Return
With no Expression
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Zoom
S t a r
o f H o l y
I n d i a n
N I G H T
The Tathata
of
Eminence
is
Silence
The Clear Sight
of Varied Crystal
Shining Mountains
shifting in the Air
Exploding Snow
is Transcendental
Brilliant Shattered
Hammered Smithy
Emerald Green
Rubioso Mostofo
Be spark snaked
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Muck Ruby
Crystal Set
Smithereen
Holylilypad
Bean –
A la Pieté –
Truss in dental
Pop Oly Ruby
Tobby Tun w d 1
ixts87rer(
Gainesville Georgia – Sleeping in the
grass on a July night –
Dream of climbing night bank
behind the Joe Louis signatures
We die with same
unconcern we live
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(pause)
Junkies
Should be practical nurses
And be given permits
To get 3 to 5 grains a day
Every day,
The older addicts need more.
Drug Addicts
Are human beings
Less dangerous
Than alcoholics
And alcoholics arent so bad
Look at the speed drivers
Look at the sex fiends
144th Chorus
Look at the sex fiends
Speeding thru their suicide!
Nembutols!
Guns & jumps in the river!
Lilly saved the man’s life!
Flying with legs
out the window
to crash the locomotive
at the X Crossing
X!
I been in crashes,
I been in many a bad night,
I been in Nova Scotia
Investigating the Blight.
And Bright the Vast
Atlantic Greenland
Mountain cap
Of Old Atombomb
Atlantis
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A BANG OF M
A razor mountain –
An Empire State Building
needle Hypo –
A boiling cauldron
cucharra –
A sneeze, a wheeze –
A Cough
A cotton sucking –
A Bang of M
Anticommunism is an
arbitrary distinction
Depending on Communism
A shoot-in
Pull out needle
James Huneker
Alfred Knopf
H L Mencken
Edgar Lee Masters
146th Chorus
The Big Engines
In the night –
The Diesel on the Pass,
The Airplane in the Pan
American night –
Night –
The Blazing Silence in the Night,
the Pan Canadian Night –
The Eagle on the Pass,
the Wire on the Rail,
the High Hot Iron
of my heart.
The blazing chickaball
Whap-by
Extry special Super
High Job
Ole 169 be
floundering
Down to Kill Roy
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The Sock
Wock Williby
Balloons
In the shitfence
The Angels
in Heaven
I knew
The Angel in Heaven
Gabriel Toot Boy
Horn n All
Blows Awful
Blues When
Toy Doy
Done Bo Moy
From China mo Moy
To Ole Penoy,
Oy–y–
Y gerta
was gordo
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Instrucciones
Precaucion
Whichever way you look
you’re looking East
Same with West
Whichever etc. way you look,
you’re looking West
Thus Spake Tathagata
In the Eastern Heavens I knew
Blue Auroras of the new
Most of David ever knew
Find the Bible Desert,
Rock,
Ti Jean Picotée
Silence
Bzzzzz
the razor in-cut
of void meat
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I keep falling in love
with my mother,
I dont want to hurt her
– Of a
ll people to hurt.
Every time I see her
she’s grown older
But her uniform always
amazes me
For its Dutch simplicity
And the Doll she is,
The doll-like way
she stands
Bowlegged in my dreams,
Waiting to serve me.
And I am only an Apache
Smoking Hashi
In old Cabashy
By the Lamp
150th Chorus
Appeasement is Hypnotism
When the Houri Indian
snakecharmer gets under way
swaying his crock toilet
picoloette clarinoot
at the snake’s bony
leer
he is leading a band
like Sammy Kaye
that could erupt
and kill him
The Weasels Wait
If Buddha appeased
the Likhavi Tribesmen
It means he must have hypnotized
and pleased
Their appeasable hearts
with talk
Of Grand Nirvana’s
Holy Paradise
151st Chorus
STILL LIFE
A candle dripped all its
gysm
To the bottom of a strawberry
designed
Mexican Beer tray –
A single edge razorblade,
Partially underneath
The blade of a butter knife
Abstracted from old
camp
packs –
And a tin cup.
This is the Matisse Story
Of a simple arrangement
Of natural objects
In a room on a Sunday
Afternoon –
bits of dry dust,
black ashes
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The edge of the tray
is bright red –
The strawberries are crimson
dull painted
juicy dimensional
indefinable silver lights
on the knife & blade
brass dark death
and the tragic gloom
inside the lull
of the tumbled wax
Attican and Shapely
The rim sadness aluminum
ALCO Shipwave
cup –
Then, in real life not
still life – comes
the filthy dry gray
ash tray of butts
and matchlet tips
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Sir Garver is cleaning
His Attic and Castle,
Sniffing & snappin
The Bardic Be
Garters –
Wearing the huge shroud
sorcerer’s head
Picking up deadbeats
Offa his bed.
Tucking the sheets in
of no consequence;
Turning and struggling
to kneel to a stand
Off the bed of dimensions
& middles
And spans,
that wont let him lie
straight
In the South American
Pan
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Pan mattress, pan spang,
pan bang,
Perdoneme, pardon
me.
He’s got a rich cover
Lines made of wine
To cover his bed with
And pull in the line
And unties his bow strings
Of bathrobe & gore,
His plue pajamas
Poaping
around all that
gore
His feet clean & shiny
Like askin for more
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And as he keeps washing
& blowing his poor nose
And waiting for death
to make V-repose
Out of hands he now rubs with
the towel of More.
Coffee cup’s a-covered
Friend does the Sneeze
Death’ll overcome him
in Some Fleece of Sleep
Nirvana is Snowing
Right down on his head
Everything’s all right
In Heaven in High
Inside this blue bottle
us flies rage & wait
But outside is the Rosy
of Purple O Gate
O J O
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I know we’re all straight
I knew from a tree
I leaned on a tree
And the tree told me
Tree told me Haby
The Maybe is Abey,
The Kapey is Correcty,
You’ll be allarighty
Trees dont talk good
No they don’t talk good
This tree just told me
See Eternity
Is the other side
Of the other part
Of your mind
That you ignore
Because you want to
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The Art of Kindness
Is a dream
That was foretold by prophets
Of Old, wd. be continuous
With no broken lines
Buddha after Buddha
Crashing in from Heavens
Farther than expressioning,
Bringing the Single Teaching:
Love Everywhere.
Bring on the single teaching,
It’s all indeed in Love;
Love not of Loved Object
Cause no object exists,
Love of Objectlessness,
When nothing exists
Save yourself and your not-self
Hung in a Moon
Of Perfect O Canopy
Sorrowing Starborrowing
Happiness Parade
158th Chorus
It wont happen is what
it is –
It’ll lose touch –
It was the same in past
eternities
It will be with the bees
now
the feeling of in and out
your feeling of being alive
is the feeling of in & out
your feeling of being dead
unalive
When it comes you wont
sneeze no more, Gesundheit.
It wont happen, is what
is –
And
it aint happenin now
Smile & think deeply
159th Chorus
Blook Bleak.
Bleak was Blook,
an Onionchaser Hen
necked Glutinous
Huge Food monster
that you ate
with FLAN & Syrup
in a sticky universe
Blook on the Mountaintop,
Bleak;
Blake by the Mountainside,
Baah! –
Boom went the Crasher
Mountain Heidi
Kerplunk Archagelan
Swiss Funnel
Top of Funny Ships
Singing & sinking
In a Glutinous Sea
(of Lese Majesty.)
160th Chorus
Poppa told me a perfect pome.
It’s simple
The smiles of hungry sexy
brunettes
Looking to lock you in
lock joint and all
And those eyes of Italian
deep scenery
In Riviera’s of Caviar
Tree
And Mulberry Bee
Lampshade
Sun Ahmenides
Ahmenemet!
Ak!
That’s your rosy
Figury,
another word
for future –
That’s your come itself
161st Chorus
It’s a starry disaster
Wobbling many times
Like Sick-to-my-Stomach
The All Slop of Brothers,
Every word that Pegler utters,
“So-pa-top-a-ta!”
Shout children on street –
(“Luz!” is her call name)
Horn of Sunday car, yar
Of yak-pass mufflerless
Cars – “You writing that down?
“Not necessarily in agreement
With general trend against
The labor movement” – but here’s
his takeoff on Eleanor
Roosevelt ‘This is My Day,’
It’s a funny statement –
Pegler took out My Day
And rolled into thought
Tortilla & puts it on one
article –
(con salsa –)
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BILL’S DREAMS
Slim girls in thin kimonos
Of blue silk, thin gossamer,
Long, that you could see thru,
Lying down, half-sitting,
Smoking through long tubes
In which every once in a while
An attendant places drug,
In a central bowl,
And as they smoke on
An attendant sprinkles
their eyes with talcum
powder
And they flutter their eyes
To the joy of it.
Then, back in the Tombs,
He’s smoking in his cell
And the smoke became
Singing people fading
And coming with smoke
and a guy passing bread
Passes him up –
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Left the Tombs to go
and look at the
Millions of cut glass –
– a guy clocking them,
as you look you swallow,
you get so fat
you can’t leave the building,
– stand straight,
dont tip over, breathe
in such a way yr fatness
deflates, go back to
the Tombs,
ride the elevator –
he tips over again,
gazes on the Lights,
eats them, is clocked,
gets so fat
he cant leave elevator,
has to stand straight
and breathe out the fat –
– hurry back to the Tombs
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Grand Central Station,
side entrance
where they unload produce
– He & friends get scraps