Book of Blues (10 page)

Kitty Drum Barry

Gray, you like cemetary

swing?

“Big Xmas Seal”

Hockey teams—?

Al? —shape

lay, & the Elington

Good high school

sex orgy

girls

in the woods

of

rape,

nun dear

The New Orleans New York

Club

wishes to announce

the opening

of

new sessions,

& new fields, Daddio,

Dave Brubeck's

the swingingest

And I wish to say

Farewell

to

Al

Smith

Hello Dave

For Minors Only

is the name of a new record

all about trumpet

& trimban

Zlap

Peter Orlovsky

is the cat to play to

You see dont you dig

on all sides

the wild sounds?

and o the conceptions

you made

on

Thursday

afternoon

trumpet man, dont blow

that thing at me,

blow it to

banana

Timmy got back,

soft Blakey lamb

Timmy got back

& wrote rhymes

And we sat purring on the bed

with Tammy

And made it 5 percent

thousand

Times a day, swinging,

we had sand,

We had Gothic top

Cathedral girls

But O in Euniceburg

they footballed

Stupid me from Edgar

Lear's interior

Majesty

No, this lamby bit

Is what I mean

O Orlando, O sweet

No Orlander phonecalls

Georgia Flowerbranch

Lamby mean, William,

Lamb dust? Nnaaa!

Softy uglu flutey?

Almost—

Pan flute Erdic

Shook spear

that Venusian cunt

was neat when

I'se a Nigger

was

a

baby

O Gary Snyder

we work in many ways

In Montreal I suffered tile

and rain

In Additional Christmas

waylayed babes

In old crow Hotels

full of blue babes

in pink dressinggowns

down

But O Gary Snyder,

where'd you go,

What I meant was

there you go

In Montreal I worked a manied-way

And, better than Old Post,

I learned t'appreciate

in many ways

Montreal, Soulsville,

and Drain

Listening to a guy play

tenor saxophone &

keep the tune inside

chords & structures,

as sweetly as this,

you'll experience

the same

fitly thrill

you got from Mozart

It is pure musical beauty,

like a musicale

among wigs

People who dont understand

jazz are tone-deaf

& dont understand

what tone-deaf &

simply deaf

meant to Ludwig

van

Beethoven

*

Goats as soft as break

of day

  In swamp

Mexico

*

Can diamond cut iron?

Diamond cuts glass

glass links

But can it cut

An iron link?

Nirvana means Cut-Link

If diamond dont cut glass

or iron dont count,

hey?

maybe the Wisdom Vow

o the Diamondcutter

may have made it

The only responsibility to a child

is to feed, the rest is

interference

Can you just see

a man arrested

for letting his daughter

fuck

around the block

anyway

anywhere

just so long as she got

home to eat her

dinner, he's telling

the cops

absolutely that

And the girl gets married?

I have a bunch of stray cats

in my yard

I wouldnt
have
a daughter

Whattayouwanta have er for

You wanta sling sperm

over her?

Avin her now, ey you

old reprobate

Lissen, just keep that daughter

away from my knees

after she's thirteen

And between ten & that

tell her to lay off

the rough stuff

With boys you can play

as rough as you want,

but once ye spank em

they hate you forever

Oi Karamazov!

O Apollo

Men

are the beautiful

The women miss cats

Cads & rogues

of Montreal all,

or blue diers in deep pars

asking for golfscore

But in any Case

tsa united press

Old dotin old fuck

There's this old man,

he come down this road

just a walking with some

a whatyamaycallit

in a big bottle

& I dont know what was in it

& it come night

& I was in my house

& here come this old man

down the road

drinking outa that bottle

And there was Allen Wayne

in his house

& he had to hang this sheet

on the clothesline

& that old man dropped

that bottle in his

yard

& that shu old man

dropped that bottle

down that road

And that's all,

Uncle Fred

Maybe it's resting in the arms

of Jesus,

or just a cloudy windy day

In the trees

*

But since there's an infinite

amount of angels,

and Infinite ends in no ‘s,'

it must be

one angel

Infinites Angels?

Maybe that bird that floats

hill belly on the wind up there,

and that cat

that pats

in this grass,

is the same

Infinite

Worldwide

Angel

A hard hearted old farmer

hidin his wine in the cellar

When he goes out he wears

earmuffs

He has a doublebitted axe

sharp enough

to shave shit

His people are all buried

in the same cemetery,

which is located

under the doorstep

where the boy

couldnt get through

from the tomb

If we do battle,

Monsieur,

And you lose,

I gain nothing,

And if I lose,

you gain

Satisfaction

This is what the peasant said

when the aristocrat

challenged him to a duel

Women move slowly

but they dont stop

Europe, weep in your gloomy

rain

I brought it to him

so I could get you

in Paradise

Abraham, drinking water by the tents

Pacing up & down the soft sand

under the stars

Worrying about Villages

Wondering if your vision was real

or just a foolish importunity

in your mind.

Yet moving on in the morning anyway

  with the rattle of pack asses.

Abraham, the dew is in your beard

Abraham my eyes are open

You are weird

Abraham they've brought you

Your rooftops are mended

Your women bend no more

their heads under the sleepy

tentflap, & goats dont yew

& cry nomo in the singsong

tentvillage night

Abraham I didnt write this right

Dont ever come to Florida

A man was gettin up for work

& reached under his bed

in Kissimee

and a coral snake

bit him, February Florida

(lookin for his shoes)

A little boy playin in his yard

was et by a alligator

(true)

And an old lady dyin in her bed

was et up by fire ants

which found her

clean from the yard

And my mother saw a lizard

one foot long

on the garbage pail

that had big red eyes

(The fire ants went in

thru the mouth, man)

There's a middlewestern prurience

about Greeks.—

Your little earth-nut, O potato

war, riots mama dears around

papap's paternal root

Silkyboo

(oo!)

Found the Sound

Hollywood boy sing dog song

Dont be fooled by gun car

Or shine in hat of Sheriff

Cochise,

or turn that dial,

boy, you know whats happen

to you when yard dog

bit your fame

Yair, & dont sweep any leaves,

Watch me play basketball

I guess—

In Inverness, where I'sa

played hogball since

your pappy skinned

—Okay, old

suit, see

ya more

Airplanes dropping barrels

of shit on the White House

On Roosevelt's very head

What do the women know

of the wood?

All they gotta do is get drunk,

Honorary Mayor

Up sprang the butcher boy

with the spring old man!

Why'st the fool play thou?

Because fools always follow.

Followest what?

Because fooly are always follying?

Nay, Sire, it was forgotten

in that body's balconeer

God ushered me into my house

What a batting champeen

honorable American Navy

Sweetheart God is to us

Japanese Rigour Girls

Buy that, Moke!

Dazz, I'ze innerested

in drape fall circus

and yo, yo got childrees

pleak okomiko bonny

sugar, ah, sweet,

dont let Robert Burns

burn that cigar of yours

Or mice lay men

to diamondshine

your kittlepee poopoo

Grace,

Otherwise purd

Hurt

New Year

Way out

But not too way out

Barefaced wretch—

you're a pretty nice

barefaced wretch—

as bare faced wretches

go

True Toy!

Great day in the morning,

Ugh-y!

Hollywood, if you want

little girls raped by sex

fiends, dont hint with

symbols, give it to me

Straight

Otto was pretty miserable

He chased little girls

to rape in sawdust

apartments yet unbuilt

He was a ugly big Otto

but O when I was

a little girl I loved

all that

The lovely maniac

makes me smile

Who is going to get rid

of his discriminating mind,

which is the way to

heaven, when he is being

eaten by crocodiles?

By means of his extremely

slow metabolism he was

enabled to keep far

on the father light,

far from the energy

particle of the mother

Ah, it's a depressing situation:

we imagine that

we live and imagine

that we die, too bad,

too bad

Manly manly manly friend

says the faggot on TV

(
FIRST SOLO
)

Even when I was a little boy

I was always alone

with my guardian angel

Playing Tarzan

An icicle fell on me

& cut my arm

I had a rope around my neck

I was hanged in Innifree

Had my hand cut off in Perfldee

Never had my fill

of Thee

ST MICHAEL IN THE CORNER,

NINE FEET TALL

The Only One

said Christ to me

When you're alone in Heaven

with God

Who is my Father

and Thine

You'll know that your self

you

And your guardian angel,

One,

And the self of any

Is

The Only One—

Sad Bent Head

in “Cant-Get-Away

From-That-Tnnisfree”

I wonder what's hiding

in the Cross?

Did Jesus free the world?

Before him there were murders

officially.

From body to effigy

went history.

Emily Dickinson me that,

Thomas Hardy.

Roll me a pearl me

that, O Big Sur Sea.

And you, Ferlinghetti,

how do you like that

For rhyming free

Free of a doctor's degree.

Jean Louee.

When I drink Bénédictine

I drink what the Holy

Father

Blessed

I drink the blood of Christ?

Naw!

I drink Christ hisself—

I say “Thank ye, God”

and drink—

And kiss the bottle

With the Cross on it

And D.O.M.

the director of drinkers—

The Heavenly Daiquiri?

The troublesome Innisfree.

What's all this Innisfree

Running straight thru me?

Was Yeats invented it?

Or O'Shawn the Yurner?

Repetitive old rolling

smoke balloons?

Paul Newman's mouth

with Spanish ladies

arguing?

What?—Some truck?

Some cigaree? Halles

Market onions are free?

My Guardian Angel's

About to tell me—

Alone with my Guardian Angel

Alone in Innisfree

Alone in Mexico

City

Alone with Benedict,

Cave is free,

alone is alone,

Thou Only One—

Alone and Alone

The song of the pree

(Pree means prayer

in English & Frenchie)

Choose yr words lightly,

shit on the world,

Merton'll die

when he reads

this from me

I love Lax

A regular Pax

I love Lax

not Ex Lax

but

you see

Now Lax

But's teeth ne'er held

The comedian so grand

As them Lax horse teeth

Held prayer

to ground

Lax is a singer

Lax is a goner

Lax is a gonna

get mad onner

My hand is moved

by holy angels

The life we are in

is invisible

Holy Ghost

If you could see me,

hoodlum,

You'd be Saint

Cant slash

at a loser

For Oy Yai O Paint

—Those lies are for liars

And me I'm a liar,

So liars forget

the handsome beget

The ugliest pricks

The angel beset

But I stopped to think

The angel dont care

Nine feet tall

Beside the wall

Wants me cut out

To do the rub out

But I got fathers to care for

Father Shoyer is one

Father Gioscia is two

That's enough for you

—Ah Lucien

Al Jalisco

Ah I'm drunk

borracho

Too drunk to write

Cant see the light

It's a strange thing when nuts

get together

To form one cock—

Young girls should shudder

in that empty light—

The holy of angels,

I wonder what's he think?

Shd push pencils

for agers, masagers,

Masseurs and all?

Oll? Lovely bedoodlers

in Time's Holy All

Holiest Ghostliest

ramified Hall

And, said I to the Angel,

that
shall
certainly do,

And the Angel said:

D you remember Gregory?

Corso, the Way of Poetry?

Orlovsky too?

And Ginsberg O Shay?

And Burroughs the Master

speaks thru his teeth?

And the writer of story

the generous Honkey?

And Lafcadio the Holy

Innocent of Russia,

the Patriarch, & Sebastian?

And Lucien?

And Neal Cassady?

Move my hand Lord

move my hand

Tell Ray Bremser

something calm him

down

Tell Leroi Jones

& Diane di Prima

tooo

They dont know

that Heaven

which is waiting for them

In the land of OO