Suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal
Who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels
Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
A lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
Barefoot smashed phonograph records
On the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame
The tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion and the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising
Lofty incantations which in the yellow morning where stanzas of gibberish
Paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination
Incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
Suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal
