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