#BeatGeneration
—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)…
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
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 great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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...
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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,
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
“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…
