I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Andrey Burlankovje citiraoпре 4 године
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?
Tata Osipovaje citiralaпре 5 година
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the Creator.
And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish, so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him.
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
The privilege to witness my existence—you too must seek the sun . .
valentinaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them
the closet door and the leaves could be an allegory for how these things do not have a mind of its own and can therefore not advance without our approval