go on-flutter ye mystic ballad-ah haunting & Tokay jittery ye be like the mad pulse-the mad pulse of child-the children of ring around the rosy & wandering poets over India-the jugglers who call you by the wrong name & title you wounded kitten-it is that easy for they know no fairy tales ...in the modal tuning-a pontiac is parked without a leg to stand on-Plague the Kid-crusading in the blues dimension, he-hitchhiking the pontiac-brooding over the highway & searching for Joker-or perhaps the devil's eight drummer "down with enthusiasm!" says Plague "it is all temporary! away with it!" & Lord Randall playing with a quart of beer-Fanny Blair dragging a judge-Willy Moore, a shoemaker, who counts his thumbs with a switchblade along with Sir James, the dunce, who wears a stovepipe when he goes out on the town-Matty Groves, who secretly at midnight tries to chop down the church steeple with Edward, who cuts hedges for his wages & last but not least-Barbara Allen-she smuggles Moroccan cinders into Brooklyn twice a month & she wears a sheet-she takes many penicillin shots "anything temporary can be used for money reasons" says Plague & all these people-call them what you will-they believe him-yesterday i talked Abner for forty minutes-he, Abner-cursed out East Texas, tomatoes & tin pan alley-he didn't talk to me-he talked in a mirror-i did not have the courage to crash or shatter myself ...when i left him, i met Puff-Puff had nothing but bad words for unemployment, Wrigley's Spearmint Rabelais-i slapped myself in the face-he told me i crazy & my only regret being that i could not fart thru m mouth-i walked away into a dimestore ...what i speak of is the crazy unspeakable microphone & great flower celebration-it is not phony vision but rather friendly dark behold the dark-your strength-the darkness "the matrimony of self & spinal dream" says Plague the Kid & we but him a boxcar-Hysterical-melody in the Hysterical-as o posed to the music which offers every sound to make life existable excpt that of silence ...Houdini & the rest of the ordinary people taking down puckered Jesus posters out there on 61 highway-Midas putting them back up-in the throne sinks Cleo-she sinks because she's fat ...this land is your land & this land is my land-sure-but the world run by those that never listen to music anyway-"enthusiasm is music which needs a flashlight to be heard" so sa Plague