#BeatGeneration
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
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...
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
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
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
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
“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…
—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)…
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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…
