#Beat
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like ciga… ribbons past Chrysler Building’s… tapering delicately needletopped,… taller antenna filmed milky lit am… black and white apartmenting veil’…
America I've given you all and no… America two dollars and twenty-sev… I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human… Go fuck yourself with your atom bo…
And the Communists have nothing t… lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napal… Naked, and the Communists create heavy in…
I came home and found a lion in my… Rushed out on the fire escape scre… Two stenographers pulled their bru… I hurried home to Patterson and s… Called up old Reichian analyst
When I die I don’t care what happens to my bo… throw ashes in the air, scatter 'e… bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jers… But l want a big funeral
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack.
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
I hope my good old asshole holds o… 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operatio… survived the altiplano hospital— a little blood, no polyps, occasio…
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the… porch and a few tired souls hunche…
Please master can I touch your ch… please master can I kneel at your… please master can I loosen your bl… please master can I gaze at your g… please master can I have your thig…
Pigeons shake their wings on the c… out my window across the street, a… surveys the city’s blue—grey cloud… 'll come at 10 AM and take my pic… your picture, pigeons. I’m writing…
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...
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—
I walked into the cocktail party room and found three or four queer… talking together in queertalk. I tried to be friendly but heard myself talking to one in hiptalk.
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
