Ginsberg

withpen in hand awake, apparations of immortality consumed inward. This straight heart's delight yelling Tiny Nicaragua's a big threat to undernourished Mexico. By common sense , common law , common tenderness & common tranquility I want to know what happens after I rot. shooting Gasoline electric speed ; empty soul'd exploding at viaducts heavy bound and manacled upon the City's Heart. ... Was that a shot ! backfire or cherrybomb? jiggling yr knees there blankeyed in the rain. While each flower Buddha eye repeats this story with teenage boys , The Red Police and grunts & screams & shouts ... ... eyes , tongue and heart ... theres' just too much to see ; world-wide and full of money. Count yourself Greatness in their pointy empire accumalating on the margin with broken plumes of sensation. As I lie here naked in the dark , dreaming....