‘With the Indians Perminent’
Sad lost time of all rainy afternoon in Paris
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This week's waitress pulls out a Camel
Striking a match on the dash
Having just come with a prayer and a curse in the back of a stolen car
Amphetamine wearing out a holing switchblade
Rucksack ancesteral creasing the long split track
With an eye out for cops, hoods and angels
Strung out flag of the mysterious cupped cigarettes
Subterraneans
Subterraneans making a lonely invisible freedom
The cold East side of a stolen time
Charlie Parker’s umbilical chord
Hobo dustwrapper track exploding
Turning into blood brotherhood in three weeks
"With the Indians permanent"
Searching out a Sputnik epitaph
On-the-road
Living singed on barbiturates
Tenderness crayola inflamed
Hot wire joy rides
Teleprint the word "dream"
Don Quixote lunatics waiting for Zen
The back seat of a noble message
In memory of a sailor's dead six-pack
Breathlessly bleeding the next lagoon
In a bivouacked hotel
Burning a legend in asphelt
Fathomless after hours following a trail of Cognac
The slip in the naked life is a low sobriety grove
Lonely
Legendary long time rapingland conversations on reel to reel
Pinned without sleep in a railroad line
Blue enorman lost in gone streets of bebop
Blowing wild below a jungle midnight sky
Ravaged by the storm
Hopping freights
Running dust-bowl high
Virgins, sands, moons
Ghost raincoat heart
A maverick car with Cassady at the wheel
A nail in the jazz ghost blood
Always in the spinny with colours
Dark inks unfurl
Rosary beads over folded hands
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RED
SPIRIT
FLY