#BeatGeneration
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
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...
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,
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…
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,
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
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
