Catherine Graindorge - This Is a Dream Lyrics

C drunken night in my house with a
Boy, San Francisco: I lay asleep
Darkness
I went back to Mexico City
And saw Joan Burroughs leaning
Forward in a garden chair, arms
On her knees. She studied me with
Clear eyes and downcast smile, her
Face restored to a fine beauty
Tequila and salt had made strange
Before the bullet in her brow
We talked of life since then
Well, what's Burroughs doing now?
Bill on Earth, he's in North cfrica.
Oh, and Kerouac still junps
With the same beat genius as before
Notebooks filled with Buddha
I hope he makes it, she laughed
Is Huncke still in the can? No
Last time I saw him on Times Square
Cnd how is Kenney? Married, drunk
Ad golden in the East. You? New
Loves in the West
Then I knew
She was a dream: and questioned her
Joan, what kind of knowledge have
The dead? can you still love
Your mortal acquaintances?
What do you remember of us?
She faded in front of me--The next instant
I saw her rain-stained tombstone
Rear an illegible epitaph
Under the gnarled branch of a small
Tree in the wild grass
Of an unvisited garden in Mexico