from entire Mexico & gay innocence once comes Satan of Autumn-from the gentleness & barbarian bebop & lonesome rooms where you must put a nickel in the parking meter-into the arms of notorious daughters-daughters who get social poems published in bazaar & fashion magazines & wonder of adventure-beer barrel polkas & eat goofballs "why didn't HUAC get custer?" say some "how did robert burns escape Hitler is what i'd like to know!" say the smarter ones-all the hipster T-bone heads & wheel chair Marxists wishing to be in Kansas City '51 & Satan of Autumn & his friend, I DONT KNOW YOU, gnawing farts in the farmlands & coming back & telling everybody & then I DONT KNOW YOU finally coming to the conclusion "who good's it all to tell everybody about anything-they all 9 alibis?" & then Montana coming & Aztec Landlords the selves-their atomic fag bars being looted & Bishops disguise as chocolate prisoners & the empty Barbary Coast haunt houses where the bureaucrats-the dreamy Huxley hang oners-the New Awake with money & no place else to & the ex cop who writes verse & thinks of himself as a salami & Gabby-the crippled horror from Telegraph Avenue but who wants to hear of this-who really wants to hear of this "who wants to hear anything? we just a part of a generation! just one mangy grubby part!" said I DONT KNOW YOU one day to Satan & it was autumn "you mean like the hula hoop happening?" "no-like the crucifixion happening!" "like the Modern beat?" "like the beat of a peach tree" ...both Satan & I DONT KNOW YOU-they skip thru the New York race track-all the typical renaissance & a blond that looks like ezra pound & they go right into Summer-without winter-seeing them so unsuffered Lu with a crew cut, one of the chicks that write the big fat writings-her mouth hangs open-some beggar comes out of his hovel & hangs a hair from her lip-a streetcar crashes ...but all in all-nobody really cares the chamber of commerce all come in- each member carrying hand grenades-everything turns into blood-excpt for the jukebox, a stranger wearing a calendar, & a postcard of a greek building..... which the owner of the place has left on top of the radiator by mistake/ the play now begins ...it is all in the past..... i will not be so insulting as to write it for you