#BeatGeneration
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
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…
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
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
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
—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)…
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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
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.
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,
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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...
