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Stormed with years
    he tranquil commands and appears.

64
    Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need,
    thoughtless I go out.     Dawn.     Have I my cig’s,
    my flaskie O,
    O crystal cock,—my kneel has gone to seed,—
    and anybody’s blessing? (Blast the MIGs
    for making fumble so
    my tardy readying.) Yes, utter’ that.
    Anybody’s blessing? —Mr Bones,
    you makes too much
    démand. I might be ’fording you a hat:
    it gonna rain. —I knew a one of groans
    & greed & spite, of a crutch,
    who thought he had, a vile night, been—well—blest.
    He see someone run off. Why not Henry,
    with his grasp of desire?
    —Hear matters hard to manage at de best,
    Mr Bones. Tween what we see, what be,
    is blinds. Them blinds’ on fire.

65
    A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,
    this whisky tastes like California
    but is Kentucky,
    like Berkeley where he truly worked at it
    but nothing broke all night—no fires—one dawn,
    crowding his luck,
    flowed down along the cliffs to the Big Sur
    where Henry Miller’s box is vomit-green
    and Henry bathed in sulphur
    lovely, hot, over the sea, like Senator
    Cat, relaxed & sober, watery

    as Tivoli, sir.
    No Christmas jaunts for fractured cats. Hot dog,
    the world is places where he will not go
    this wintertide or again.
    Does Striding Edge block wild the sky as then
    when Henry with his mystery was two
    & twenty, high on the hog?

66
    ‘All virtues enter into this world:’)
    A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.
    The Secretary of State for War,
    winking it over, screwed a redhaired whore.
    Monsignor Capovilla mourned. What a week.
    A journalism doggy took a leak
    against absconding coon (‘but take one virtue,
    without which a man can hardly hold his own’)
    the sun in the willow
    shivers itself & shakes itselfgreen-yellow
    (Abba Pimen groaned, over the telephone,
    when asked what that was:)
    How feel a fellow then when he arrive
    in fame but lost? but affable, top-shelf.
    Quelle sad semaine.
    He hardly know his selving. (‘that a man’)
    Henry grew hot, got laid, felt bad, survived
    (‘should always reproach himself’.

67
    I don’t operate often. When I do,
    persons take note.
    Nurses look amazed. They pale.
    The patient is brought back to life, or so.
    The reason I don’t do this more (I quote)
    is: I have a living to fail—
    because of my wife & son—to keep from earning.
    —Mr Bones, I sees that.
    They for these operations thanks you, what?
    not pays you. —Right.
    You have seldom been so understanding.
    Now thereis further a difficulty with the light:
    I am obliged to perform in complete darkness
    operations of great delicacy
    on my self.
    —Mr Bones, you terrifies me.
    No wonder they don’t pay you. Will you die?
    —My
                            friend, I succeeded. Later.

68
    I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,
    and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good
    that one, that night of all,
    I feelin fair mysef, taxes & things
    seem to be back in line, like everybody should
    and nobody in the snow on call
    so, as I say, the house is givin hell
    to Yellow Dog, I blowin like it too
    and Bessie always do
    when she make a very big sound—after, well,
    no sound—I seeshe totterin—I cross which stage
    even at Henry’s age
    in 2-3 seconds: then we wait and see.
    I hear strange horns, Pinetop he hit some chords,
    Charlie start Empty Bed,
    they all come hangin Christmas on some tree
    after trees thrown out—sick-house’s white birds’,
    black to the birds instead.

69
    Love her he doesn’t but the thought he puts
    into that young woman
    would launch a national product
    complete with TV spots & skywriting
    outlets in Bonn & Tokyo
    I mean it
    Let it be known that nine words have not passed
    between herself and Henry;
    looks, smiles.
    God help Henry, who deserves it all
    every least part of that infernal & unconscious
    woman, and the pain.
    I feel as if, unique,she … Biddable?
    Fates, conspire.
    —Mr Bones,