Stand up against governments, agai… Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute.
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…
America I've given you all and no… America two dollars and twenty-sev… I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human… Go fuck yourself with your atom bo…
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…
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the
Millions of babies watching the sk… Bellies swollen, with big round ey… On Jessore Road—long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel r… Millions of fathers in rain
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…
When I die I don’t care what happens to my bo… throw ashes in the air, scatter 'e… bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jers… But l want a big funeral
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden
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.
Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black—breasted above Pa… Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
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
I hope my good old asshole holds o… 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operatio… survived the altiplano hospital— a little blood, no polyps, occasio…
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…
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk— Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garba...