April doesnt hurt here
Like it does in New England 
The ground
Vast and brown 
Surrounds dry towns 
Located in the dust 
Of the coming locust
Live for survival, not for 'kicks'
Be a bangtail describer, 
like of shrouded traveler 
in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $
The Angry Hunger
(hunger is anger) 
who fears the 
hungry feareth 
the angry)
And so I came home
To Golden far away 
Twas on the horizon 
Every blessed day 
As we rolled And we rolled
From Donner tragic Pass 
Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys 
With Mickey Mantle eyes
Wander under moons 
Sawing in lost cradle 
And Judge O Fasterc 
Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress
Of my lost love
Louanna
In the Western
Far off night
Lost as the whistle
Of the passing Train
Everywhere West
Roams moaning
The deep basso
- Vom! Vom!
- Was it the same love 
Notified my bones As mortify yrs now 
Children of the soft 
Wyoming April night?
Couldna been!
But was! But was!'
And on the prairie 
The wildflower blows 
In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life.
The Chicago
Spitters in the spotty street 
Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans -
Then Toledo 
Springtime starry 
Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering 
A wandering
In search of April pain A plash of rain 
Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees
In former airy poses 
In aerial O Way hoses 
No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind
Sol -
Sol -
Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana 
Phosphorescent Rose 
And bridge in
fairly land
I'd understand it all -