We went, we went on
in everglades paper, drawn on
stretchy whales, a fig, the camino.
Want to roll

so we roll wildly
west: this spread, a hog, the horses
in spanish pits. Dust malls
the trucks on our lords bright day, & Score.

I call up to you there, johnny.
You pearl.

Spell the rocks coming down
the bay  and you putting it together in the water.
a little fin--
a tress.
 
Go on 24 in the aftershine
panther arches. Be your neon fish

and your silver fish, your pilgrims' watch

in the blue poollight.

It is like wearing a hat- everyone else

is, & placards, bells, napkins, shoes, black

as ever you dream.

 

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Illegality in the bathtub. Murmers

of your past life, acres against, 

does in.

 

 

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Any one thing that has happened,

take it. On the Road

was this triumph you thought.

Taken apart, always as if

a little plume in your coffee. Someone in godawful light

saying stirring, red where we walked in, sat down, just what

against the long blue glass. Thingie of keys,

leaning in, what, cradled in.

 

A planestrip dotting the white earth.

I get to do anything again.