I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Andrey Burlankovcompartió una citahace 5 años
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?
Tata Osipovacompartió una citahace 5 años
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup
valentinacompartió una citahace 3 meses
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
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So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter
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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?
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Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
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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.
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The privilege to witness my existence—you too must seek the sun . .
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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