When a kid, he came from not much but dreams, broken, fantastic visions from of gargoyles supporting balconies standing many tests of time.
Now pressed compressed such baroque impressions , as to convey minimum of maximum loss.
Forever loss, Kerouac remembers Proust.
Guy sitting next here star dream bucks lonely as he’ll why not talk glances exchanged couple of days, passed, cannot garner, time, gave him couple of bucks he don’t remember, probably,
The balcony of light, in the second, heart, of Europe then bodies shot by soviet thanks and exodus without far thing to image in.streets littered with human meat bloody headless meat limbless hit by tank shell a boy freedom fighters maybe fifteen. Oh my.
Going back jet plane, booming ,ich been Berliner, at the border new something else may be.another sound boom Dallas massacre, paranoia strikes deep, into your mind will creep
Go back go east old man, with as much as can be carried not more what will they, no she say, after being immigrated to America 50 years only , All is island a lonely companion to a sea born goddess lady liberty standing tall her feet washed by froth like the incrediblescent desire toward an opening of the new beginning…the clothes that you’re wearing. Look at Soros, he did some.
Its useless to tell her, hey, you don’t know everything about America and how AAA can be last resort of contact after last call means you’re the only one left out of the door, or that the great escape comes only once in a lifetime can you wear flowers in your hair , and that to be an individual it is possible to fly on a plane called Jefferson with slick shiny grace as your only GUIDE.
And if he didn’t take the next job that always came around, then wouldn’t no way is be coming home.
Who said you can not go home again, angel?
I’m doing it , and she is as crazy as I am to do it on a she lace after the 20 the nervous breakdown, but holding on, for the little boy adores him, and depends , for papa his daddy is a rolling stone.
Daughter teary eyed cause how is she support him do the 9 to 5 and play with him tell him bed time stories and watch as he tearfully asks for you to play with him?
Says go with heavy heart, to see Diaclitus’ burial ground, so what of it, he is sure gone from there.
Already thinking booze will not lighten it up much, have it here every day for less. They went and torn down the aged family habitat , significant for two hundred years from which the gargoyles have ceased to support the view from the baclone which showed all the colors and scents of the slowly flowing river washing away all that was coming, and gone with the restless wind.
To : To Gogi Grant. the first hit he heard while breezing down Hyannis so long ago on way to library.