#Beat
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…
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
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
Said the Presidential Skeleton I won’t sign the bill Said the Speaker skeleton Yes you will Said the Representative Skeleton
These are the names of the compani… money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomi… eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who ha…
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…
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack.
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable;
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’…
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…
Stand up against governments, agai… Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute.
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…
I’m delighted by the velocity of m… of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising th… 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives…
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
