jawalking blues (for t.l.k. / j.r.s. and grady)

FUNNY THING
AFTER the first police putsch
on the cities
                 information sources
                               sorcerers
                               & magician s
                   UNI*Corpsed from psycho
                   logical operations
                   similar to those musically        
           performed at well known
           rest resorts like Dachau &
           San Diego/
                     strange figures.
           rose      from beneath the
           streets of medina marble &
           UNIFIED
                  (gave me the first
           christmas ive had in years)

      new family
      of the sun
      i feel——
      funny thing

      a dark winter night
      5 years & finally
      the moon is setting on the
                          whore
                           eye
                           zone

      /chicago poets
      do not understand
      my pottery/

      after 8 yrs writing
      & 4 yrs printing
      & being very poor
      & being romantic (only enuf to
      fill in the nothingness of
         being a poet in america)

      A PIONEER!
      (spelled peon)

      the years disapated
      & i havent anything
      except sum unbelievable
      beautiful friends with
      tears in their eyes & i havent anything
      to say
             my name is myself
             the pencil dead in my hand again

      how is this connection made?
      ink - pencil suddenly sucking
      my brain cells dry -
      is it that i become
      in tune with the
      consciousness of the
      WRITING Tool?'

      it is when the
      ink starts spurting from
      the pen like sperm
      & the ecstasy
      moves upward
      between the eyes
   ORGASM
      i am beyond
      physical matter
  SENSATION
      i am beyond myself NOW
      who is this speaking from
      beyond the strings of this
      world?
            i hiding?
      (something from Cleveland)
      look there first i say to
      myself
    & LOOK
    & PUKE
    & unlike the city
      administration
      i cannot sweep it under the carpet
      & ask the federal govt. for help

      i cannot even drive to hunting valley
      & watch the policemen deliver news-
           papers

      next week tho,
      when the zipper on my levi's is fixed
      i'll put on my numbered dungaree shirt
      & go to Collinwood

      burn incense at Five Points
      & buy Kumara's brother at Norms

      that is, if im not arrested
      for some serious violation
      like enticing a minor
      to jaywalk.


1967