-inspired from Ginsberg's 'Howl'
The best minds of his generation
Starving at night destroyed
Shimmering in Paradise Alleys & cemetery dawns
He himself another naked moon
Hysterical, if not for turpentine dawn
The Negro machines desolate
& purgatoried
In pieces.
In scattered rhythms.
Benzedrine subway highway hydrogen jukebox zoos
Bars over the Brook-lyn Bridge
And behind the hollow-holy fix
Smoking supernatural jazz cities
Like Catholic junkies borne on rooftop angles
Of assorted angels;
Tired cats in tragedy.
Expelled out of the skulls of windows
Skeletons of shadows of Blake or Eliot
In the subway seraphim museum screams
Fucked up w/ joy.
This blue opium midnight flood
Over Manhattan, beating
And breathing to death
So much shame for pity & gods
All those trees, all those tears
Such Hiroshima & history tenement bullshit!
Bombs! Bombs! Bombs!
Everywhere about us in epiphanies
& misunderstandings
Flips & fleas
& loud dogs.
© 2006 jon Lyndon
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