#BeatGeneration
Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
—lights out— fall, hands a-clasped, into instan… ecstasy like a shot of heroin or m… the gland inside of my brain disch… the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid)…
Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
