Hierophany

     write    write    write

Let me write until the morning light.

                 Glory,   frying pan,    coffee.

           Sun, don’t I know you?


              I dream to wake before you age.

This entry posted by J Rand : 17:24

a mostly banana mango

often confused with the manana

which itself is often confused with

often infused with

tomorrow

This entry posted by J Rand : 19:40

1
Teeth brushing
is the moral imperative
of the go-go dancers
in the convention hall.

2
Picante just the name given
to a sauce with peppers in it.
They don’t even have to be
all that hot.

This entry posted by J Rand : 12:46

Used to a have a nice anthology
of Beat writings.  Poetry, fiction, excerpts.
I got rid of it to raise cash for buying paint.
That was dumb — but very Beat!

This entry posted by J Rand : 13:27