A loss of Idea.
Boy, this feels like a Joke.
LIke Arthur Russell.
Like Charlie Parker.
Like Be-bop, but more like,
Ornette Coleman.
Like the Prez,
who’s counterposed by
Coleman Hawkins. I don’t know.
I remember, now.
Like,
mother death, you know me.
Hmm…it’s over. My trip is over.

I felt some kind of transformation
was happening, so it must be
possible, but No.
Actually, it maybe but if it does
happen I suppose One knows.
The supreme One. That’s just wrong.
How about any old one?
A transformation. I can’t remember a good.
Wow pulse. Wow word. What word.
Indian word. Land word.
Sun versus day. Minor enchantment.
Nothing serious. Nothng too serious I suppose.
Nothing too serious I suppose.

Art is an escape from the meanness of the world.
We are Earthlings.
We belong to a Star.