the Screamers
(for Kenny Schooner)
stagger down overgrown sidewalks of memory. giving hand & giggling. (earth angel, how I long for you. where you been, all these years. Johnny Ace, with a hole in his head. where you gwine, Ivory Joe? or those stupid white imitations, the Crewcuts, jive Pat Boone, stealin my songs. Shh- Boom. Two Hearts. Chuck Berry, Jimmy Reed. "I got 47 miles of barbwire. I use a cobra snake for a necktie. I got a bran/new house by the road/side, made from rattlesnake hide. " o you really really send me, baby, you got to go for me or Ah’ll beat yo ass. who do you love. (weird lullabies. broken hearts. long long & lonely nights. for your precious love, black america I wd have drank gasoline, & all I wanted was a little water. where I came from, mysterious ofays of the imagin- ation. why you aren’t here with me, old gang, beer- drinkers, bullshitters, where did you go.
the Shadow knows
(for Ron English)
look on each act as future history. look on everything, & judge. eat their food, not words. drink all you can, use dope, look them in the face & laugh. (& if you can keep from crying. love them so they won’t understand you. wear long hair, weird clothes, look back at all times, when they breathe down yr neck, duck. my friends.love/cranston.
From the John Coltrane Songbook
like Ornette, like anyone who takes himself into the jungle of e- motion, feeling, judg- ments. find yrself some morning, wake up at noon, the heat that you feel, is yr own. the friction, of movement. burning yrself up, out here, where the rain comes after the fact, go away, run away, back to (wherever it is you came from. if you can stay there, forget it. if you can move, come out. if you can stand it. this is really where its at. (motiveslike Sonny,
Detroit 16.III.65
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