Bus East

Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend

5

years ago - other furies other losses -

America's

trying to control the uncontrollable Forest fires, Vice

The

essential smile In the essential sleep Of the children Of the essential mind

I'm

all thru playing the American

Now I'm going to live a good quiet life

The

world should be built for foot walkers

Oily

rivers Of spiney Nevady

I

am Jake Cake

Rake

Write like Blake

The

horse is not pleased Sight of his

gorgeous finery

in the dust Its silken

nostrils

did disgust

Cats

arent kind Kiddies anent sweet

April

in Nevada - Investigating Dismal Cheyenne Where the war parties

In fields

of straw

Aimed over oxen At Indian Chiefs

In wild headdress Pouring thru

the gap

In Wyoming plain

To make the settlers

Eat more dust than dust

was eaten In the States From East at Seacoast Where wagons made up To dreadful

Plains

Of clazer vup

Saltry

settlers

Anxious to masturbate The Mongol Sea (I'm too tired in Cheyenne -

No sleep in 4 nights now, & 2 to go)

Poem written on a bus April 1954 from S. F. to New York