I Learned A World From Each /

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 The Ancient Heavenly Connection To The Starry Dynamo In The Machinery Of The Night.

You Assume We Are All Sexually Stable; While On The Other Hand, As I Have Become Acquainted With People, I Find That They Are All Perverted Sinners, One Way Or Another, That The Whole Society Is Corrupt And Rotten And Repressed And Unconscious That It Exhibits Its Repression In Various Forms Of Social Sadism.

Last Exit To Brooklyn Should Explode Like A Rusty Hellish Bombshell Over America And Still Be Eagerly Read In A Hundred Years.

I Am Learning By The Week, But My Poesy Is Still Not My Own. New Rhyme, New Me Me Me In Words. I Am Not All This Carven Rhetoric.

Others Can Measure Their Visions By What We See.