Dreiser Reads Balzac In One Of Carnegie's Libraries, Pittsburgh 1894

Lo, and, bygolly, aglow....
head...brain
     psycholuminous
                 wit
               es'teem    & othersuch.....
 
 
losing (my) edge of
                  what neverwas, (o, mother,
                             now please stop screamin
                               like that, as ye may
                                  up'set
                                        d'baby),
Ithought wee had a deal forged in evermore.
Ithought "Truly, you are True Love".....then he's on street
                                        singin a horn, a flute,
                                   a whispering song
                            of all them
                       lovesongs
                 I'd play for
              you, (live, in real time)
     every mthrfckn morning
for four fckn years (& he
                  loves ye still I do
                he says, laughing his
                   half-laugh cry for I)
 
-It is he (for an aye) who can make any day go away
                 wit'out a word to say -
 
 
o'damn Ithought Iwas at home, yes, Ithought Iwas at home
           Ithought Iwas at home
           Ithought Iwas at home
Is any b o d y   h o m e   ?
            Are there any homes left
                                   out
                                  there?   all
so immensely beyond our ways or means?
 
 
Iswear to g'odd, this is all crap, & if crap is anything  
     like shit, then shit will always do in a well-
                       rounded pinch.
              Ain't that right, Andy?
            (holy fuck! he's deader than any
                  of us coulda'magined)
 
Exit to the left of what's right, m'dame........
 
 
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