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…
I walked into the cocktail party room and found three or four queer… talking together in queertalk. I tried to be friendly but heard myself talking to one in hiptalk.
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
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…
Tail turned to red sunset on a jun… Mad at Oryoki in the shrine—room… Put on my shirt and took it off in… A dandelion seed floats above the… At 4 A.M. the two middleaged men…
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
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…
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’…
I’m delighted by the velocity of m… of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising th… 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives…
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…
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—
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…
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
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...
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the