The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.
Mothers weep and Sons be dumbyour brothers and children murder the beautiful yellow bodies of Indochina in dreams invented for your eyes by TV
And the Children of the Warmakers're exempt from fighting their parents' war
All these books are published in Heaven.
Who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for an Eternity outside of Time, and alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,who cut their wrists three times successiv...
Enraptured in hypnotic war
Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?
When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation
Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
America why are your libraries full of tears?
AmericaAmerica I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself w...
Salute the new sunset
Who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the treeswith a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for imag...
No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love— be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love —cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cann...
Don’t you see that I cannot be composed, I cannot reconcile myself, because there is no other reality but loneliness for me and before I am dragged back into isolation I will clasp and grasp and claw...
Central Intelligence cutting Meo opium fields! China Lobby copping poppies in Burma! How long this Addict government support our oil-burner matter-habit
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing...I can't stand my own mind.
Empire State's orange shoulders lifted above the Hell
An Eastern BalladI speak of love that comes to mind:The moon is faithful, although blind;She moves in thought she cannot speak.Perfect care has made her bleak.I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth...