The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole holy!Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere isholy! everyday is in eternity! E...
The madman bum and angel beat in time with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?
Now mind is clearas a cloudless sky.Time then to make ahome in wilderness.What have I done butwander with my eyesin the trees? So Iwill build: wife,family, and seekfor neighbors.Or Iperish of lonesome...
No point writing when the spirit doth not lead.
Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind...
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no bro...
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for...
Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.
False emotions broadcast thru the Land
If all else fails you can read
The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving dark...
Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing.We're in too deep to pull out.Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin?Yes, waiting for an orgasm that's all.
Naomi: ‘And when we die we become an onion, a cabbage, a carrot, or a squash, a vegetable.’ I come downtown from Columbia and agree. She reads the Bible, thinks beautiful thoughts all day.‘Yesterday I...
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
If we don't show anyone, we're free to write anything.
I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.
I am the defense early warning radar systemI see nothing but bombs
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing...