58I just cant stand these people I teel you I dont know what I’m going to do about them, start my motor or fart my passage but you the way they carried on last night, him, with that dressy little deaful foosy on his lap the boom of busting chair & all that boommusic on the juke box & I dont know I wanted to call the police & get rid of this sandbag pineneedle Bodhi neighbor who is such ugly bearded dirty” (“nothing on earth or in any terrestrial sphere or in any Buddhalands Heaven or Mockswarm of Einsteinian & non-light Light can take hold my brothers & sisters & cousins because it is only the wisdom of manifested epiphany & the compassion of goodbye”—) (as soon as I can find a bully club & bang a hole in imaginary fence I tell you this will be the last time the window’s with redlegged devils & stone blue eyes—) (Kunfii, garayen, hallo Kiyan, fitiguwi, katapatafataja, silya, kitipuwee, senlou, saint loup, coish, karan) (or vaunt the moidners the Villa Viva Pancho baby Mexico City sorefoot Juarez old hotel wino El Paso march picking up six thousand partisans to vest the peon with his land coat so that years later Rivera murals shine by army teahead trumpet in Ole Texcoco) “there’ll come a day when that yurn I’ll have to astabing the zemble the cartifacartilage I wont have another moment of—Dry up, dry up, moist earth, dry up, dust ball, dutball moon is sick of leering at your inadmissable sorrow because it has no twat to to tie onto’t—And we the fooly libs that think ah music airplane & all ye screaming birds of falsedawn let the ephemera existence wait at yr side with you for end to’t—No other teaching hear & hear tell & what of that the sound who wants to hear—Go fetch the gardles & make open the corridors of your Bright Room mind the Lord is coming he’s all white & gold, he’s a pink white angel in a black room by a blue window & a yellow candleflame with golden (hurt) wings the color of all thingness, the swarming dove, there! See it! He stands at yr non-side sides the waterbaby by the baby shroud, the honeyfall, the bliss blessed to be believed, the final pollitabimackatatanabala (fine as fine can be) (Ah Ah) (HO HO) leap & dance it’s saved! the nerve of that man! foru! mon ti kitaya! patakatafataya—perk! prick! prick ears I mean you think I let pollute window liars? Oh God, stop it—