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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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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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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
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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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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
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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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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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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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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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It Is The Baring Of Wild-Eyed Tensions
Sweet tasting girls; pucker-mouthed gumdrops and cherry lips. Where do you store it? How do you feel me with feathered hair or with warbled throats?
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Posted in devil, jack kerouac, Gypsy, beat poetry, prayer, bible, Drug Abuse, God, Poetry, Hope
Tagged tom waits, death, devil, Allen Ginsberg, Serge Gainsbourg, William S. Burroughs, Jack Kerouac Blog, prayer
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Angel Fleet by My Shoulder
I languished over a cup of coffee, felt up and down my thighs for muscular-electric pulses and seethed along the cold roads of Cherokee. Furthermore I witnessed for god, observing a silent jogger; most hushed and gentle. She swept by with lack of … Continue reading
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Tagged Allen Ginsberg, Arthur Rimbaud, death, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, prayer, religion, tom waits
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Slapped Thighs, Bound Wrists
Clop de clop, scuffle along – seek us now – we lost
you dear, we suffocate. We kneel – we fear -
slapped thighs, bound wrists – suffer quietly among
the light – my moon. Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, America, beat poetry, French Poetry, God, Gypsy, jack kerouac, leonard cohen
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, death, dreams, Ferlinghetti, Génération au Feu, jack kerouac, prayer, tom waits
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Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry
Well, well – it seems the monkeys are out, the water is soiled and the wind blows down, across my feet and face. Hair real tangled. What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste, cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not … Continue reading
Dance the Sin
A little less bible, give me the belt. Make me blue, give me wings, make the house jive coffee, make it simmer, jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords. Flash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat. … Continue reading
Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, David Cronenberg, devil, God, jack kerouac, prayer
Tagged alcohol, Allen Ginsberg, death, devil, God, Gypsy, leonard cohen, love, Rand Paul, tom waits, William S. Burroughs
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Dirt of Dust
Puffing fire from air and heat from dark, willowed and bent – We lost ourselves in the leaves, who were dried and crisp as offerings, as the dirt of dust seeps gently overhead – The waves are rippled with final thoughts and breaths that … Continue reading
Posted in Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, French Poetry
Tagged Brazil, Climate Change, death, Floods, leonard cohen
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