#BeatGeneration
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,
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
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
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...
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...
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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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 stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
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…
