#BeatGeneration
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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.
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
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…
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
—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)…
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
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...
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
