#BeatGeneration
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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,
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
“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…
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
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
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
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
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
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...
