Howl Revisted

I. Written, Upon a TV snap, Exquisite implosion, for Crippled words, In land of lords, and Crimson shepherds. My I, and Hands at play. Now moments are Me bitter. To work then, This sharp, A blade to sunlight, To cut our fat. II. A Howl, In New York, Black and white, By the day's genius, A fad long past, With a wish, return. When I Deep, Held naked, In rhythm His shaky, pitch, Mantras voice, Erect, Brilliantly nasty, Tentacle opean, Nods to comrades. III. Need beats, And crazy men, Gay jew,Buddha alkee, Agent Lunch, For we are no better. Personally, Been raised by woman, In there works, Need wild Intel. Abstractly man, Baby. IV. Arrogantly, Once, Proclaimed, I was The beats reincarnate, Madman's conciseness, Now, Have to be.