Andy, Tell Me How

pp 443-449

What you put on Thirteenth  from intricate
no work finished here.  Different, even
extraordinary, perhaps.  I'm asleep! I just
to pretend I'm slurred, the Thirteenth 
from most inane tape I've eyes closing,

lids heavy, some empathy.  My
hallucination, I don't want one, is noise,
a monologue I know I'll be the ringing of
their no feeling, alienated drone.  Few
statements, beating the My hallucination,

full of died, what it thinks, place is
noise, a I can't say continuous, the people
outside, a saw them in my them in my time,
hair.  This is a full of pennies, obscures
hallucination, full of pennies, lids heavy,

worse than I'm good; I know I hope I sound
few statements, beating the the people
outside, a the shading  of the shading  of
find out this way, have to make sound
dialing that acid tone.  Miles from

fathering A.  Short interruption
superfluous in no brain and I every time I
see the next place to the next place to
beating the microphone.  Definition saw
them in my of Drella, filthy basket.  I

can't say continuous, - religious really
groovious, to end.  Let us  practical as a
me.  This tape should telling you something
doomed, dancing with the people the
present, groping for the first rehearsal

the monologue I've hallucinated, background
rather mean.  This place extraordinary,
perhaps.  This is it is that I clay. 
People started cheering, I'm good; I know
making love to the present, groping for the

that says WHAT ABOUT is that I talk first
rehearsal the cruelest a porch somewhere in
 Admit to odor, I can hold my want one,
religiously taking to pretend I'm slurred,
tape recorder, feel headachey this: tight

and on I talk about.  I'm filthy basket. 
No one hour, chant Gregorian, slurs
Velvets, the first rehearsal I can hold my
filthy basket.  No one scenes.   I hope in
water.  I can