#BeatGeneration
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
—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)…
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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...
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
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
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...
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…
