#BeatGeneration
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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…
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
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
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
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...
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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