#BeatGeneration
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...
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
—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)…
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
“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…
Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
