Drinking my tea Without sugar— No difference. The sparrow shits upside down
Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black—breasted above Pa… Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
That tree said I don’t like that white car under… it smells gasoline That other tree next to it said O you’re always complaining
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…
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk— Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garba...
These are the names of the compani… money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomi… eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who ha…
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…
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…
Strange now to think of you, gone… the sunny pavement of Greenwich V… downtown Manhattan, clear winter n… talking, reading the Kaddish aloud… shout blind on the phonograph
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’…
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
And the Communists have nothing t… lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napal… Naked, and the Communists create heavy in…
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…
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
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—