#BeatGeneration
“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
—lights out— fall, hands a-clasped, into instan… ecstasy like a shot of heroin or m… the gland inside of my brain disch… the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid)…
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
