Please master can I touch your ch… please master can I kneel at your… please master can I loosen your bl… please master can I gaze at your g… please master can I have your thig…
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…
These are the names of the compani… money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomi… eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who ha…
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but
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.
Hey Father Death, I’m flying hom… Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m g… Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor
Pigeons shake their wings on the c… out my window across the street, a… surveys the city’s blue—grey cloud… 'll come at 10 AM and take my pic… your picture, pigeons. I’m writing…
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…
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 dreamed I dwelled in a homeless… Where I was lost alone Folk looked right through me into… And passed with eyes of stone O homeless hand on many a street
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack.
A lion met America in the road they stared at each other two figures on the crossroads in t… America screamed
I came home and found a lion in my… Rushed out on the fire escape scre… Two stenographers pulled their bru… I hurried home to Patterson and s… Called up old Reichian analyst
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
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