Don’t Know What to Call This Child

Revisiting This Holy Isthmus

Skyscraping Air Devouring Plants,

This Travel Route Onto Howdy Ha Ha’s

All the Way From This End Of The World,

The One Closest To East Coast Eternal Home,

The One Crashing As Another Blind Bird Comes To Its Resting Place

no accident returning here,

no ticket would ever again take me this far

to where I am.

to once again score,

to again come down from another almost

split around

bop around,

another almost change in positions

1000 miles worth

soon washed away into a certain New York tenderness

no accident returning

this time not political,

this time further away from understanding

eternal coolness,

arrived at

with or without

some sweet familiar melody

Apple Apple Apple

straight ahead jive into changin Moon of the constant move,

each time same dance only with different expressions,

flying into itself,

full tonight

Apple Apple Apple

free those predictable boats

barreling down toy elephant highways

past crosstown weaving bridges

Apple Apple Apple

this time bring occasional moments

Harmonies of Holy Instances

This Once Again

Let Me

Dodge Daytime Terrorists,

Ride Nighttime Alleyway Trains,

Dance Courageously Along To Some Other HeartBeat

NYC @ LaGuardia

6/15/73