2  from the MWS manuscript

IN LAHAINA

Holy water chomps off my mind.

A kind-hearted drool.

It's hot when the fantastic enhances

Not art but lying around.

Going places is staying in prison.

Palm trees ball dairy blades

A nude swimsuit charred skeleton plays.

Visions, nenes, all these vain reasons

The days park sticks with dark nose dreams.

Obsessing over the holy is my bind.

God came from the stars and went back to them.

It's mad and cruel.

Motion potion lotion commotion of

Thigh soundalikes power the ocean.

Crustacean highs king my pump the parasite's finish line.

FURRY'S BLUES

I think I'm thumbs exhumed from the thing said

About farmers of the flood

The promised land lets be

Bathing lotus slaughters settling empty space pleas.

The savage maps and interprets my apparition.

I'm going back to where this came from.

Who's been here since I'll be gone?

Kill everybody to clean yourself of that wrong.

Shit on the pencil and paper and

Write down why you've a right to stay.

Sometimes I believe in shit, sometimes I believe

I don't.

Putt-putt gut stumps with their red dresses on

Cause rumbling, cause falling allowed.

I can tell by the following that

Murdering cities seems too mall.

When I lay down at night I fight

To see the night glued on me.

I sit up all night long and prepare to marry

Muffs of the solid sea.

Working without what's found, the 

Thing saying

Since I've been gone I'm going back to where I came from

Outruns a revolving savage.