61Kertion Kerdion Keryon Kerson cherson & Who else in this ugly old Russia hechavel helps me in this business recordin sounds of universe midnight? but not a single damn dull fool podium hear it attestify that the selickman was a poet who decided to say:

I am a poet

&

here is my poem

Watch how fancy I write

Skeletons of Compassion dusting

in the distant heavens’ infinity

while fat old burbles rememberem

well

here

on high hark—high hart—

world—diepork—

Over & above of which it was down in Charleston West Virginny one time my Pa in white shirt & unshaved shot a man in a poolroom fight—they chased him acrosst the Kanowa in a Kanoea (idiot) & got him down by the bayin hope dogs in that country where Old Angel Mama Midnight will lean her happy head & hungry eyes on pillows of Old in the high falutin poem of Heaven where little white house it waitin for all you black sufferers so’s dandy’ll say “Twas all writ & no more to say, the Vow of Gold is Done” & all yet young kids wanta know what a man do when he golden baby post up there he completes the vow matures the Karma returns the Kitkat Clowns the Crown Thorns the Flap and dad blasts him happiness forever, because you’ll see, in not too many years now, yr hope & grace-waves werent jivin ya, all’s taken care of behind these suffering trees & inside these suffering bees & wont nobody harsh ya but say kind star roof words & bring white cloth to your laundryboy basket (clean as dinosaur teeth) & you’ll know the—sore yah he was sore but he said Bust me one on the jaw, I got the running eyes—With or without sugar—The Cat in the Con-Cord

Lord, you presumptuous goodgiver, thanks, & go tell everybody you Vowin hardass sonsumbitchcs—(hold clasp hand TaTaTa)—Aye Bodhidharma

62Tapistry the second writer

in the novel island bearded

scared wont use words saves

he go’s & hungerers of wood

from boom in the Spain Jail

hand on knees

To go cross cemetery America

highwire ratcroak dumpslaver

moogow silo sillwindow rat

wait moon shine on tin

all the little inner outer sin

peek at the bird

tree, remember

it again, the

hoosegow goddam cuban

Killer who moidners

turtles, traps em cock

in the nigh & never

draps a wear

All day nervous wonderin what to do shoe in my armchair innesfoo that was writ in Akashia I’m just hearin what my head said & it’s mighty repetitiousness