#BeatGeneration
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
And how sweet a story it is When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
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 story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
