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Author Archives: barry comer
Honey Pie
I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, bible, David Cronenberg, devil, female politicians, Francis Ford Coppola, French Poetry, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen
Tagged alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, death, devil, God, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, poetry
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Wild Thing
Wild Thing – you make my heart break. Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane. Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that. Wild Thing, you moved me. Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight. You … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, devil, Poetry, sentiments, Sex, Spirituality, suicide, The Troggs, William S. Burroughs, Women
Tagged absinthe, alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, love, Serge Gainsbourg, the beats, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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Little Pink Matches
Grace follows a girl who whispers love and wears a sweat in gentle tufts; corn and syrup. Positively lovely, adorning the sky with curling lace and little pink matches, waiting to strike. 45 rpm, soprano lilt; return dear scent, fond … Continue reading
Shadows Paint the Walls
My home is warm where skin blisters a fragrant smell. But my home is warm and I survive. Someone is always telling me to leave, but home is where I find my blanket. It is me. Call it sane mayhem, or … Continue reading
Posted in America, beat poetry, bible, Dreams, God, Hope, Love, Paris, Poetry, Sex, Spirituality, the beats
Tagged alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, dante, death, devil, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Newtown School Shooting, religion, Serge Gainsbourg, William S. Burroughs
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Blue For Me and Black in Spades
Blue for me and black in spades. One up and down with running totals – marked in blue and black for you. Blue of me who counts my cards and wilds imagination – blueways. Black in prairie … Continue reading
Posted in Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, America, bible, Génération au Feu, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Lucifer, Poetry, prayer, Song, suicide, the beats
Tagged Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, death, Génération au Feu, jack kerouac, masturbation, poetry, prayer, sexless, When this American Woman “Let Us Compare Mythologies” published 1956
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Hey Girl – Sweet Dirty Bitcher!
Hey big girl – lets play it fast with little start-up and pedal push. Beat the toms – let’s drum the dark and fit the lock and storm the pool. Oh big girl – slinky longest. You not … Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, America, Bathsheba, beat poetry, bible, devil, female politicians, God, grief, Hope, Love, Lucifer, Paris, Poetry, Sex, Song, Spirituality, tom waits, Women
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, jack kerouac, Marie Curie, poetry, Serge Gainsbourg, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath
Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered. Tame my monkey for smokes of hot and fetching breath. Soon darling soon. Polish to gleam and inspect your hole. Your encase and clinks to ground excite my ears. … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, beat poetry, bible, devil, Dreams, God, grief, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Paris, prayer, Song, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, death, guns, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Newtown School Shooting, poetry, William S. Burroughs
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Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb
We stand outside and bathe – in starlight and glow, of histories in context and roots. Lives begun and deaths upon, stream showers of eternal end and story. Les lumières in canopy holding essence and finds – us who seeded the ground, that planted … Continue reading
Posted in beat poetry, Boulevard Saint-Germain, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Love, Paris, Sex, Song, Spirituality
Tagged Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, death, devil, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, love, prayer, Serge Gainsbourg, the beats, tom waits
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Once More for Making Sure
Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading
Posted in Albert Camus, alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, beat poetry, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Dreams, environment, expatriates, French Poetry, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Lost Generation, Lucifer, ocean, Paris, Sex, Song, Spirituality, Surrealism, tom waits, Women
Tagged alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, dreams, faith, Génération au Feu, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, love, martin luther king, Neal Cassady, Surrealism, the beats, tom waits, When this American Woman “Let Us Compare Mythologies” published 1956
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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock
We sail smooth runners iced and swelled, in teas of black with Chinese talk-talk. Lay your hands on me, such smoothness tickles; my fuzz and temptations – you feel. It’s our room on Boulevard Saint-Germain where hush-hush is our … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, beat poetry, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Dreams, expatriates, God, grief, Hope, Lost Generation, Love, Lucifer, Paris, prayer, Sex, Song, Spirituality
Tagged absinthe, Albert Camus, alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, death, devil, Génération au Feu, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, Kathleen Brennan, leonard cohen, love, neil young, poetry, prayer, Serge Gainsbourg, Surrealism, the beats, tom waits, When this American Woman “Let Us Compare Mythologies” published 1956
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Twinkles of Stars
We turn around and find pinholes, water streams of light, from stars who swallowed and took our lives. With sounds of snorts and whiskered, bully throats. Whose heart am I searching, in this season of hello goodbyes? We look upon … Continue reading
Posted in America, beat poetry, Dreams, God, grief, Hope, Lucifer, Poetry, prayer, Song, Spirituality, Surrealism
Tagged Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, death, devil, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, love, nature, poetry, prayer, religion, Surrealism, the beats, tom waits
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Peckered Inch That Dangles for Nothing
Here we goes, the trip begins and in back, so black to the crowd, someone yells – “go baby go”. Let’s put this machine to the test and grind it out with redline fire and give it some all the way heroics. We’ll insert the … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, America, beat poetry, Disco, Hope, leonard cohen, Pecker, Sex, Teenager, tom waits, Women
Tagged alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, death, devil, dreams, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, love, poetry, prayer, religion, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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We Plant and We Plant
My eyes are clenched. Throat-scorched with car pipe fumes and with rusted sounds from last week. The trip was wrong and the news worse. We plant and we plant. I hear muted sounds of cries and wish I … Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, bible, devil, God, grief, Hope, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, Love
Tagged Connecticut Shooting, Connecticut Shooting Victims, Crime News, massacre, Newtown School Shooting, Newtown School Shooting Victims, Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting, Sandy Hook Shooting Victims, School Shootings
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Time Drips Down and Down
Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading
Posted in Albert Camus, alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, America, Andre Breton, Arthur Rimbaud, beat poetry, bible, devil, God, Hope, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Love, ocean, Ogden Nash, Paris, Poetry, prayer, sentiments, Serge Gainsbourg, Song, tom waits
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, boogie, death, God, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Montmartre, Neal Cassady, Ogden Nash, Serge Gainsbourg, the beats, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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Tears and Sentimentality
The ocean is licking the wounds of sadness and desperation. Each day as the tide flows out – with tears and sentimentality. 2012 Barry Comer
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, environment, God, Jacques Prevert, ocean, Poetry, prayer, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, death, envioronment, leonard cohen, love, martin luther king, politics, prayer, tom waits
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Hold Me Hard
Angels who walk me past, and show the sights, but never ask. Don’t let this pass – this trail of hot blooded cries. I will tell and let you know – just how it feels. Even sliding and hurting upside down, I’ll beg the … Continue reading
Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts
We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Paris, prayer, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged absinthe, Albert Camus, alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, boogie, death, God, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, love, poetry, politics, the beats, tom waits
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Where Are We Snatched in Time
We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, bible, despair, devil, Hope, jack kerouac, Paris, Poetry, prayer, sentiments, Song, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, bob dylan, death, God, Gypsy, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, neil young, politics, religion, William S. Burroughs
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I Tap and Dance Your Beat
Where you go, I will follow, in tune and in time. Yes in dark, of course. Yes to all. Because, I believe. If shadows pull my curtains down and a northern breeze prevails, I will follow. Your song. No distraction will … Continue reading
Posted in Arthur Rimbaud, God, Hope, leonard cohen, Ogden Nash, Paris, prayer, sentiments, Song, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged Arthur Rimbaud, leonard cohen, love, Paris, poetry, tom waits
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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills
Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking - the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading
Posted in tom waits, leonard cohen, Montmartre, jack kerouac, beat poetry, Spirituality, Paris, bible, Song, God, Poetry, Hope
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, God, jack kerouac, Jack Kerouac Blog, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, poetry, prayer, religion, the beats, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast
Back like baboons – full of grumps to grinds; my pleasures are theirs. They obey my commands! You guessed it old world, my new world troubles. The monkey house riots, are back in town. Here little monkey with feed-song screech. Claw … Continue reading
Posted in Albert Camus, alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, America, Angela Yvonne Davis, Arthur Rimbaud, beat poetry, bible, Black History, devil, French Poetry, God, Gypsy, Hope, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Paris, Poetry
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, dreams, faith, Jacques Prevert, jesus, leonard cohen, prayer, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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Her Breath Greases Grip
Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … Continue reading
Posted in God, Hope, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, prayer, Song, Spirituality
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, dante, death, dreams, faith, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, tom waits
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The Lounge (once more)
Such a polished act, “who you mean”, your obscenity and crawling nails, they scratch the sidewalk, we lost all hope for You and walk with dark eyes; thrown from Your arms. You held the tickets, of children whose dreams and … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, Allen Ginsberg, America, Beat Comedy, beat poetry, bible, Black History, God, Gypsy, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Neal Cassady, Ogden Nash, the beats, tom waits
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Travels Much Whimsy
37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, bible, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Neal Cassady, Paris, Poetry, prayer, sentiments, Song, Spirituality, tom waits
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, love, prayer, tom waits
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Dancing Hands
This life perilous and tantalizing – angels yawn fables of dreams. Let me see a peek and show your side of heaven. Give rhythms and dance – just show me. How rushed our time plays and how dreams are made, … Continue reading