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Psalm IV

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Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlemhaving masturbated for no love,…

Crossing Nation

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Under silver wing    San Francisco’s towers sprouting                thru thin gas clouds,    Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure        Berkeley hills pine-covered below–Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence                                             Declaration                  typewriter at window         silver panorama in natural…

Transcription Of Organ Music

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The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the      kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the closet door opened, because I used it before, it      kindly stayed open…

The Lion For Real

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“Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative…” I came home and found a lion in my living roomRushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair…

Footnote To Howl

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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…

In The Baggage Room At Greyhound

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I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky         waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart worrying about eternity over…

When The Light Appears

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Lento You’ll bare your bones you’ll grow you’ll pray you’ll only knowWhen the light appears, boy, when the light appearsYou’ll sing ; you’ll love you’ll praise blue heavens aboveWhen the…

Wild Orphan

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Blandly mother takes him strolling      by railroad and by river –he’s the son of the absconded      hot rod angel– and he imagines cars      and rides them in…

September On Jessore Road

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Millions of babies watching the skiesBellies swollen, with big round eyesOn Jessore Road–long bamboo hutsNoplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rainMillions of mothers in painMillions…

In Back Of The Real

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railroad yard in San Jose      I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory      and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack. A flower lay on the…