Grange toutes les villes
   				les jilles
   				Mange toutes les filles
   19TH CHORUS
   				The diamond that cuts through
   				To the other view
   				That I painted all white for you
   				I edited your rough stone,
   				Produced a diamond show,
   				Elephantine was the mine
   				Eglantine adamant and mad
   				And madly adamantine
   				My Allah you mine,
   				The diamond of Dipankar
   				The prime ripe wreak havoc
   				Buddha pra-teeth torn
   				Mouth Ya-Hoi-Ya-Hai
   				Pastumintapaling porpitoi
   				Turnpot of biled pata taters
   				Smater Gater the Mater
   				O’Shay, rife was the weather
   				Was singin was gay,
   				Rape were the weathers
   				In heaven’s O Shay
   20TH CHORUS
   				Old buddy aint you gonna stay by me?
   				Didnt we say I’d die by a lonesome tree
   				And you come and dont cut me down
   				But I’m lying as I be
   				Under a deathsome tree
   				Under a headache cross
   				Under a powerful boss
   				Under a hoss
   				(my kingdom for a hoss
   				a hoss
   				fork a hoss and head
   				for ole Mexico)
   				Joe, aint you my buddy thee?
   				And stay by me, when I fall & die
   				In the apricot field
   				And you, blue moon, what you doon
   				Shining in the sky
   				With a glass of port wine
   				In your eye
   				—Ladies, let fall your drapes
   				and we’ll have an evening
   				of interesting rapes
   				inneresting rapes
   21ST CHORUS
   				Let fall the interesting fall
   				And I lie and be as I be
   				He stayed up in my case
   				for quite awhile
   				Tremendous pace—He was
   				A petty thief or he’d sell junk
   				One or the other
   				I did my best to keep him from
   				selling junk
   				French fag from Montreal
   				Hid the capsules up his ass
   				And took em out in a restaurant
   				On Broadway and Ninety Sixth
   				And I went to Eighty Sixth
   				Those girls hit up on me
   				“Man is here!”
   				And I bought four more caps
   				And the fag went home with a girl
   				What a beautiful shape
   				that woman had
   22ND CHORUS
   				Ha well dear and Ah Men
   				The wee girl that was comin again
   				She was for the books
   				The Ursula plea
   				That I could not take
   				O you better baike
   				O you better bake
   				A better cake than this
   				O you better Miss
   				Yes you better miss
   				When the thing never will kwiss
   				O sweetheart and okay
   				Here’s hopin we’ll all be away
   				It was great fun
   				But it was just one a
   				those tings
   23RD CHORUS
   				Dom dum dom domry
   				Dom—dom—hahem—
   				Sum—(creeeeee!)—Hnf—
   				Shh—Hnf—Shh—Haf
   				Shhh—Shhh—Hiffff—
   				—Ma—
   				Snffff—(bing bring, se ting)
   				—“Yo conee na nache”—
   				D ding—d ding—d-ding—
   				Cramp!—O ya ta dee
   				—ker blum—kheum—
   				Hnffff—drrrrrrrr—drosh—
   				Pepock—Sniffle—t bda—
   				Want a piece a bread
   				No
   				Jack? Hnff—Ta ra ta ra fuee
   				—Te wa ta ra teur—
   				Grrr—he na pa powa shetaw—
   				Tck tick tick Today is Sunday
   24TH CHORUS
   				Eternally the lightning runs
   				Through form after form formless
   				In positive and negative repose
   				It makes no difference that your uncle
   				Was black with sufferance & bile,
   				The whild childscriming skies will
   				Always be the muchacho same
   				Much words been written about it
   				The message from infinite
   				That will be was brought to us
   				Is one
   				But because it has no name
   				We can only call it Bibit
   				“It was Liebernaut who had
   				the dream of uncovering Carthage”
   				The snow in the sea mountains
   25TH CHORUS
   				In Egypt under rosebushes
   				Fifi’s fruits & sweets
   				My Egyptian connection’s
   				Gonna be late, the conductor
   				Wouldnt take my change
   				The Egyptian conductor
   				Wouldnt nod
   				Sandalwood and piss and pulque
   				Burning in every door,
   				Mighty Marabuda River
   				Flows along
   				Sampans and river thieves
   				And woodsplitters and blind
   				Thieves’ Markets & imbeciles
   				“See Milan and see the world”
   				Heppatity the twat kid
   				Hatted by the racetrack
   				Horses’ moon barns
   				spun on a gibbee
   				For lying alone
   26TH CHORUS
   				My poems were stolen
   				by Fellaheen Thieves
   				In the city of the midnight
   				The title was “Fellaheen Blues”
   				And justice is done to Rome
   				I’ll never see them again
   				Learn what sweet development
   				I’d harbored up to meditate
   				All’s left now
   				is these hateful
   				New Fallaheen Blues
   				which mean nothing
   				and I hate them
   				In the other book I cried
   				Ah-da Ah-da
   				the parturient spinsters
   				that prate i the dining hill
   				Are having blue venison
   				To goose their old hyms
   				Og
   27TH CHORUS
   				But I’ll tell you—electricity
   				Runs through all these forms
   				And we call it electricity
   				And notice the forms
   				But what’s hoppen in nothin
   				Is wha hoppen in nothin
   				See?
   				The butchers a de Bronx
   				Ourter now dat
   				—the late night tweed diners
   				Italian restaurants on Bleecker
   				that sing in the staring blue street
   				with cigarettes of legs
   				Ourter know dat
   				The wild outflow wow open
   				O gate of golden honey
   				Hopin hill up above
   				And below & within
   				The kin, aye, my,
   				What a roseate balloon
   				For lovers of kin
   28TH CHORUS
   				Part of the morning stars
   				The moon and the mail
   				The ravenous X, the raving ache,
   				—the moon Sittle La
   				Pottle, teh, teh, teh,—
   				The tatata of  
					     					 			thusness
   				Twatting everywhere—
   				The poets in owlish old rooms
   				who write bent over words
   				know that words were invented
   				Because nothing was nothing
   				In use of words, use words,
   				the X and the blank
   				And the Emperor’s white page
   				And the last of the Bulls
   				Before spring operates
   				Are all lotsa nothin
   				which we got anyway
   				So we’ll deal in the night
   				in the market of words
   29TH CHORUS
   				And he sits embrowned
   				in a brown chest
   				Before the palish priests
   				And he points delicately
   				at the sky
   				With palm and forefinger
   				And’s got a halo
   				of gate black
   				And’s got a hawknosed
   				watcher who loves to hate
   				But has learned to meditate
   				It do no good to hate
   				So watches, roseate laurel
   				on head
   				In back of Prince Avolokitesvar
   				Who moos with snow hand
   				And laces with pearls
   				the sea’s majesty
   30TH CHORUS
   				The little bug thrasheth
   				on the table
   				Hungry to burn in the candle
   				of flames
   				Jerks at the gate-bottoms
   				of wax cold hide
   				Albions and Albans
   				to his little sight
   				Leaps to be browned
   				in the roast rite
   				Soars & tries to reach
   				dizzy height
   				Falls in the temples
   				and quivers & slaps
   				Playin like a schoolboy
   				in the valleys
   				Of silver & ivory hate
   				ELEVEN VERSES OF GARVER
   31ST CHORUS
   				I
   				I had a slouch hat too one time
   				The old slouch hat
   				I just keep walkin around
   				And he keeps walkin around with me
   				Around and round that necktie
   				counter we went
   				When it rained I wore my old
   				slouch hat
   				It was a good felt that
   				I had to carry through many
   				rainy day, late fall
   				and the early spring
   				Perhaps it was a rainy day
   				And the house dick mighta saw
   				My hat
   				Each tie on that ring
   				Worth six bucks, Brooks Brothers,
   				Sixty bucks wortha ties
   				Slacks with peculiarities
   				I couldnt even find a pair of slacks
   				I thought it was suitable to wear
   32ND CHORUS
   				II
   				Wrapped one pair around me
   				And pinned it with a safety pin
   				And pulled up my trousers and
   				Went out looked at myself in the mirror
   				‘O no, those wont do’
   				And I walked out
   				Wrap the slacks around my waist
   				Took two other pair
   				went to the mirror
   				threw them at the salesman
   				‘No those wont do—good
   				afternoon’ and walked out
   				The slouch hat I got at Harvard
   				Club, Yale Club, Princeton Club
   				one or the other
   				Dartmouth Club
   				University Club
   				Always barred the Yatch Club
   				because it was a little over
   				my kin
   33RD CHORUS
   				III
   				The doorman knew that only
   				Mr Astor Mr Vanderbilt
   				Mr Whitney belonged
   				He couldnt say ‘Good morning
   				Mister Astor’ because
   				he knew I wasnt Mister
   				Astor
   				I always figured a way to heel
   				into those other clubs
   				Not only a member of Who’s
   				Who but a Who’s Who
   				also have to be a member
   				of Who’s Who in New York
   				in the special clique of Who’s
   				Hoo—slouch hat!
   				I get in the Athletic Club
   				many time
   34TH CHORUS
   				IV
   				And I’d go up in the Billiard Room
   				And I would wander back around
   				The room, hands in back,
   				And every coat rack I backed
   				Up against feel for the wallet
   				One day I walked
   				Outa there with ten wallets
   				Bellboy lookin me over
   				Pretty soon a very dignified looking
   				gentleman came up and buzzed
   				the bell boy
   				He says “Who?” and I says
   				“Man told me his name, while
   				We’re drinkin at the bar,
   				And told me to meet him
   				In the billiard-room
   				of the Athletic Club
   				I dont see him—so I best I
   				better go”
   35TH CHORUS
   				V
   				“Tell me about the old slouch
   				hat”
   				One of my numerous trips
   				to one of the numerous clubs
   				in New York City
   				The hat finally was left
   				in the hotel
   				which I had to leave
   				rather hurriedly one night
   				never to return
   				so the hat was given
   				to the castoffs of the hotel
   				which they collect
   				and rummage sells
   				May now be worn by one
   				Of the members of Skid Row
   				New York City—the Bowery
   				“I seen that hat
   				by moonlight”
   36TH CHORUS
   				VI
   				I had a pointed mustache
   				and I mean pointed
   				half inch from here
   				Double breasted vest
   				and a Derby hat
   				and striped trousers
   				English shoes, black,
   				very pointed, they were
   				Hannah Shoes
   				People on Broadway’d turn
   				and look at me
   				The worst is yet to come
   				I had a pince nez
   				with a long black ribbon
   				to my buttonhole
   				And I wore a carnation
   				white or red
   				Boy did I look like somethin
   37TH CHORUS
   				VII
   				A year later I got caught
   				I was dressed differently
   				and everything
   				But boy that mustache
   				and that pince nez
   				was really out of this world
   				I used that outfit six months
   				I finally had to pack it in
   				because it was too well-worn
   				Pince nez was in a coat
   				I stole
   				Mustache I grew in the
   				sanitarium
   				While taking one of my
   				numerous drug cures
   				My mother’d come to see me
   				She says “Oh No!
   				Cut it off!”
   				“I’m just havin a little fun, mother”
   38TH CHORUS
   				V 
					     					 			III
   				Took it on the lam
   				And went to Canada
   				late at night I’m fulla
   				morphine and I come down
   				fulla goofballs too
   				This guy had ventriloquist doll
   				And he gave out this Texas Guinan
   				Routine “Hello Sucker, we
   				like your money as well
   				as anybody else’s—s matter
   				of fact the bigger your roll
   				the more we take ya”
   				He used to get everybody
   				interested with the doll
   				and cutout silhouettes
   				put stripes in your tie
   				Wound up in his room
   				gave him a shot of morphine
   39TH CHORUS
   				IX
   				Out on the highway I thumbed a ride
   				into Buffalo and I put the bum
   				on the guy for something to eat
   				—’Eat in my drugstore’—
   				So we went in the back
   				And he had corn on the cob
   				And boiled potatos, ‘Say fellow
   				I always hear people talk
   				about morphine, what’s it look
   				like?’—he shows me—he
   				had a key a cabinet and
   				he had bottles of hundreds
   				quartergrains halfgrains
   				pantapon delauddit everything
   				and soon as he tended
   				the customers I emptied the
   				bottles—got outa there pretty
   				quick, bought a safety pin
   				in Buffalo and took a shot
   				in the toilet
   40TH CHORUS
   				X
   				Come out and saw a fellow
   				shaving, his coat hanging there,
   				hung my own coat and gave
   				his coat a brush of my hand,
   				felt his wallet, washed my hands,
   				and went out and took off
   				with the wallet
   				So I started out on a shoplifting
   				campaign in Buffalo
   				wasnt very experienced at it
   				Started out with a topcoat
   				and I sold it in a taxicab stand
   				Next day I decided to get myself
   				some suits
   				and I went up
   				I had a suitbox
   				I walked about & put the suitbox
   				in one of the dressingrooms