A Dream Record, June 8th, 1955.
The title is literal, A Dream Record.
A drunken night in my house.
don't want to corrupt you.
A drunken night in my house,
these are all separated by colons.
A drunken night in my house,
and saw Joan Burrows leaning
forward in a garden chair,
She studied me with clear eyes
her face restored to a fine beauty,
tequila and salt had made strange
before the bullet in her brow.
We talked of a life since then.
Well, what's Burroughs doing
Bill on earth, North Africa.
Where's Julie staying then,
with the same beat genius as before,
notebooks filled with Buddha.
I hope he makes it, she laughed.
Is Hunky still in the can?
No, last time I saw him on Times Square.
You, new kicks in the West.
Then I knew she was a dream
Can they still love these mortal
What do you remember of us?
She faded in front of me.
I saw her rain -stained tombstone rear
of a small tree in the wild grass
of an unvisited garden in Mexico.