Tag Archives: Génération au Feu

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

Rate this:

Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, Génération au Feu, God, grief, Hope, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Lost Generation, Paris, Serge Gainsbourg, Sex, Spirituality, tom waits | Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

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

Rate this:

Posted in Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, America, bible, Génération au Feu, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, Lucifer, Poetry, prayer, Song, suicide, the beats | Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

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

Rate this:

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 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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

Rate this:

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 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

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

Rate this:

Posted in Allen Ginsberg, America, beat poetry, French Poetry, God, Gypsy, jack kerouac, leonard cohen | Tagged , , , , , , ,

The Lounge

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

Rate this:

Posted in tom waits, leonard cohen, devil, William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, San Francisco Renaissance, First Surrealist Manifesto, Albert Camus | Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Morning Prayer

chins to ground among the shrill, hordes of anger with tiny voices of fruitless grain, ears sewn closed waves of wind, noise to white with mortal bites, elegant absence, mouths sewn open frosty views to simplicity of you, bastards of … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Albert Camus, Allen Ginsberg, jack kerouac, leonard cohen, tom waits, William S. Burroughs | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,