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…
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but
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…
Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb?
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
In the depths of the Greyhound Te… sitting dumbly on a baggage truck… waiting for the Los Angeles Expre… worrying about eternity over the P… the night—time red downtown heaven
Kissass is the Part of Peace America will have to Kissass Moth… Whites have to Kissass blacks, fo… Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipste...
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…
Now I’ll record my secret vision,… It was no dream, I lay broad waki… having masturbated for no love, an… on my lap Lo & behold! I was thoughtless an…
The flower in the glass peanut bot… kitchen crooked to take a place in… the closet door opened, because I… kindly stayed open waiting for me,… I began to feel my misery in palle…
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the
Drinking my tea Without sugar— No difference. The sparrow shits upside down
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
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...