BIG SUR189
parlor, wash your
undershoes when you
come in, say thanks
to foggy moon
Go brash, Topahta
offat,—we’ll gray
ye rose—Morning
primord creeper sees
the bird of paravision
dying tweet the yellow
mouthroof! How sweet
the earth, yells sand!
Xcept when tumble
boom!
O we wait too
for Heaven—all
in One—
All is there
in fair & sight
I’m going to wash now
old Pavia down,
& pack my salt
to Either Town—
Cliffs of Antique
aint got no rose,
the morning’s seen
the ledder pose—
Boom de boom dey
the sea is me—
We are the sea—
It aint all snow
We wash Fujiyama down
soon, & sand
crookbird back—
We hie bash
rockak—
Long short—
