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…
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the… porch and a few tired souls hunche…
In the foreground we see time and… swept in a race toward the left hand side of the p… where shore meets shore. But that meeting place
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
If I were doing my Laundry I’d w… I’d throw in my United States, an… scrub up Africa, put all the birds… the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and cle…
What thoughts I have of you tonig… I walked down the sidestreets unde… self—conscious looking at the full… In my hungry fatigue, and shopping… into the neon fruit supermarket, d…
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…
Elan that lifts me above the cloud… into pure space, timeless, yea ete… Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years
Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black—breasted above Pa… Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
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…
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…
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...
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
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable;