#BeatGeneration
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
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...
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
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
—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)…
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
