Elan that lifts me above the cloud… into pure space, timeless, yea ete… Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac...
Tail turned to red sunset on a jun… Mad at Oryoki in the shrine—room… Put on my shirt and took it off in… A dandelion seed floats above the… At 4 A.M. the two middleaged men…
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
Strange now to think of you, gone… the sunny pavement of Greenwich V… downtown Manhattan, clear winter n… talking, reading the Kaddish aloud… shout blind on the phonograph
And the Communists have nothing t… lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napal… Naked, and the Communists create heavy in…
White fog lifting & falling on mou… Trees moving in rivers of wind The clouds arise as on a wave, gigantic eddy liftin… above teeming ferns exquisitely sw…
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! H… The world is holy! The soul is ho… Everything is holy! everybody’s ho… The bum’s as holy as the seraphim!… The typewriter is holy the poem is…
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk— Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garba...
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable;
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
Hey Father Death, I’m flying hom… Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m g… Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack.
If I were doing my Laundry I’d w… I’d throw in my United States, an… scrub up Africa, put all the birds… the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and cle…
The flower in the glass peanut bot… kitchen crooked to take a place in… the closet door opened, because I… kindly stayed open waiting for me,… I began to feel my misery in palle…