At gauzy dusk, thin haze like ciga… ribbons past Chrysler Building’s… tapering delicately needletopped,… taller antenna filmed milky lit am… black and white apartmenting veil’…
What new element before us unborn… a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive Whitman a mod… Scientific theme First penned unmindful by Doctor…
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai Shek’s army ran away They were waiting there in Thaila… Supported by the CIA
Kissass is the Part of Peace America will have to Kissass Moth… Whites have to Kissass blacks, fo… Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
I walked into the cocktail party room and found three or four queer… talking together in queertalk. I tried to be friendly but heard myself talking to one in hiptalk.
Is that the only way we can become… like Quartz Crystals, like organi… Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing… before the Snake of Revolutionary… The Tree of Knowledge? What woul…
I —A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick… One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat un… tauqua tent in Aurora listening to Black spirituals, tap…
Strange now to think of you, gone… the sunny pavement of Greenwich V… downtown Manhattan, clear winter n… talking, reading the Kaddish aloud… shout blind on the phonograph
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! H… The world is holy! The soul is ho… Everything is holy! everybody’s ho… The bum’s as holy as the seraphim!… The typewriter is holy the poem is…
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac...
I’m delighted by the velocity of m… of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising th… 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives…
Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black—breasted above Pa… Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth… of rheumatism—and a long black hea… for your bony left leg limping down the long hall in Newa…
You’ll bare your bones you’ll grow… When the light appears, boy, when… You’ll sing & you’ll love you’ll p… When the light appears, boy, when… You’ll whimper & you’ll cry you’ll…