There is a goddying in America already created in the imagination of menmade palpable for adoration: there is an inneranterior imageof divinity beckoning me outto pilgrimage
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, r...
My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscrip...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole...
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
Who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
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 the...
The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene
Slaves of Plastic! Leather-shoe chino-pants prisoners! Haircut junkies! Dacron-shiffers!
Washing terror-waves round earth-globe back to suburb TV home night kitchens
Artificial trees, robot sofas,Ignorant cars-One Way Street to Heaven
A communist conspiracy among the youth ... speakers on campuses/trained to condition idealistic brains
Not even the humanimagination satisfiesthe endless emptiness of the soul.
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?What pric...
I don’t want to suffer any more, I have had my mind broken open over and over before, I have been isolate and loveless always. I have not slept with anyone since I saw you, not because I was faithful...
Empire State's orange shoulders lifted above the Hell
America when will we end the human war?Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
He threw up his handsand wrote the Universe dont existand died to prove it
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk a...
When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation