As I look for a clean shirt Perhaps I'll remain forever an alien 
"Of Sunday brunch in Saucelito"

I'm shaving in front of you Prairies I don't expect to see Leonidas and his Spartans here 
As I have passed through 
Each city I have overheard and learned 
A new credit-card number being recited over a paid phone by its owner 
So that I may just make another Long-disstance call along the way 
With "the blessings of Modern Science" 
So that if anyone asks Rose Rose where did you get 
That Red it will reply From Uncle Kenneth, of course! 
Our ascent 
Gathers
Momentum 

I think I shall be falling in love the rest of my life 
This is supposted to be written IN TRANSIT But I haven't really begun 
my travels yet. This morning I am at "the top 
Of the hill" at Ladera School La Cuesta Drive in Menlo Park still contemplating the mountains in 
The distant rise and the secret 
Preferences of the "sex-lives" of Ladera's women 
As they drive up and down the street 
Enclosing themselves therein like the Gold of Peru 
And how lucky are my children as they go to 
A school where they can actually see trees! Instead of having to undergo 
The schooling of my childhood! 
The Inner City's Man
In the Iron Mask The man in the Iron Mask wants 
to sniff a rose this morning. Or, a piece of 
dainty damask of slender lady's panties! 
Caressing it As I watch my train with me in it 
Here crossing the mountains!