Mexico City Blues
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A white poem, a white pure
spotless poem
A bright poem
A nothing poem
A no-poem non poem
nondream clean
silverdawn clear
silent of birds
pool-burble-bark
clear
the lark of trees
the needle pines
the rock the pool
the sandy shore
the cleanness of dogs
the
frogs
the
pure white
spotless
Honen
Honey Land
Blues
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All of this meat is in dreadful pain
Anytime circumstances attain
To its attention like a servant
And pricking goads invest the flesh,
And it quivers, meat, & owner cries
And wishes ‘Why was I born with a body,
Why do I have this painful hive
Of hope-of-honey-milk yet bane
Of bitterest reward, as if, to wish
For flesh was sin alone itself —?’
And now you gotta pay, rhinoceros
and you,
Tho his hide's toughern ten young men
Armed with picks against the Grim
Reaper
Whose scythe is preceded by pitchforks
Of temptation & hell, the Horror:
‘Think of pain, you're being hurt,
Hurry, hurry, think of pain
Before they make a fool of you
And discover that you dont feel
It's the best possible privilege
To be alive just to die
And die in denizen of misery’
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I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday.
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Poem dedicated to Allen Ginsberg
— prap — rot — rort —
mort — port — lort — snort
— pell mell — rhine wine —
roll royce — ring ming —
mock my lot — roll my doll —
pull my hairline — smell my kell —
wail my siren — pile my ane —
loose my shoetongue — sing my aim —
loll my wildmoll — roll my
luck —
lay my cashier gone amuk —
suck my lamppole, raise the bane,
hang the traitor
inside my brain
Fill my pail well,
ding my bell, smile for the ladies,
come from hell
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Musically as important as Beethoven,
Yet not regarded as such at all,
A genteel conductor of string
orchestras
In front of which he stood,
Proud and calm, like a leader
of music
In the Great Historic World Night,
And wailed his little saxophone,
The alto, with piercing clear
lament
In perfect tune & shining harmony,
Toot — as listeners reacted
Without showing it, and began talking
And soon the whole joint is rocking
And everybody talking and Charley
Parker
Whistling them on to the brink of eternity
With his Irish St Patrick
patootle stick,
And like the holy piss we blop
And we plop in the waters of
slaughter
And white meat, and die
One after one, in time.
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‘S all about angels’ sins
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Importunate fool that I was,
I raved to fight Saviors
Instead of listening in
To the Light — still a fool
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And how sweet a story it is
When you hear Charley Parker
tell it,
Either on records or at sessions,
Or at official bits in clubs,
Shots in the arm for the wallet,
Gleefully he Whistled the
perfect
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And all my own sins
Have been forgiven somewhere —
I dont even remember them,
I remember the sins of others.
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You dont remember the next
rebirth
but you remember
the experience
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