Category Archives: Allen Ginsberg

Winsor and Newton (windsorous newtonium)

              Winsor & Newton (windsorous newtonium) Left to dream, forgotten in grass; the snail and pebbles listen. Dirt clump shoes with rough traveled heels. Stories. Advertisements

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Fresh Peppered Loin

Blackback stares, shares secret beats with rouge-bright skins, a patter of later tomorrows, future rounds of bouts – beating hands – airstream shapes, thinking mercy, give us beat, ignite our cores – loosened lips, sweet smell of mold – lay back dreamer. … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Garbage of Song List Memory

Nighttime driving seeing double dippers and naked romps Continue reading

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Color My Dreams and Hue My Light

Everybody rides the wave of time. Some ride fast and others, perch slow. All make book for the end of light, for the ride of demise where day is left, unwritten. Peaceful playground, my imagination, this zoo of misfits who … Continue reading

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America the Beautiful (a second look)

… the beginning. With purpled haze and showered stars, the crowds heaved toward heaven, and bared their chests, with savage eyes that screamed alarms, who played with notes and placed hypnotic words, into colors embracing their nightly rage. I dreamed … Continue reading

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Dip Your Hair in Me

She swirls her fingers along the straw and draws, the puddles among the shapes; the foolishness whose strings don’t attach. Her hair and poses. For whom? I saw her smile and dance those steps. Backwards touching toes and swirling lips; feeling breath, … Continue reading

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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground Continue reading

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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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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

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Bluebird Chimes and Cafe Checks

Motor me and wreck me through; you caught me up; you sung by night. The wild sky reach and glass of wine; the sip of air – so crisped and shatter. It sounds like spiked drink up and ladies bare … Continue reading

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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

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