Nevermore semaphore, light on and off and on and off, a broken dream

Crestfallen, a blind man on a beach stares through a mirror at a grain of sand

Bright blue hazes steal the gazes of the absolute, to the spite of the magpie

High eyed red skies on the mountain they cried, “Beauty” to the spirit of Japhy

The wild cant sleep in the city, but for the song of wind and rain

“Expectations” caw the crow, Echoes in the valley of mind where he waits with horns to find solitary solemn beauties in the woods,

Are you happy? a word inert, concerts a meaning,

Transcendence of Terms is critical, long strings of moments never should make any sense

To retort, a high pressured thought on the state of ones consciousness,

Absent, the half munched core of his vision, what is Concrete? but Pebbles held with water and acid. Just a few more pebbles and I’m well.

Flux Mind Flux, burn away melt into glittering blackness, let your own lack of a voice be heard, forever interred inside, Only seen in eyes, open wide.

Crash, Wave, Still, Strum, propelled by the moon, we sang that tune, drank cider mixed with inky saliva

To Never forget, is the curse of the man, that brings him round to sensation

My apologies Mr Owl, if Ive fallen foul of the forever love you hoot of, perpetually in metaphoric thought i am thankful

I blow away away a while, seeking my defiled smile, and to find the the heart of a sun to feast on. 

Be well good friend of word and kind, there’s never an end but self timed bends, to Realize

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Ginsberg … i am with you in the unique madness, the hopeless sadness and the never-ending sigh,

In the drug fueled wank delirium, a pair of poetic eyes blinded beneath sodium stained city sky,

In the questioning why, the melancholic cries of sufferance marked by material lies.

In the Howl, the primordial beast unleashed, with your stabbing tounge and the beat on which you spoke them.

With the hearts left scared in secret, wank by the words with which you broke them,

In the Starry dynamo of night, where your light shined so bright.

I am with you in Rockland where you wank staged you’re greatest fight, fought with all you’re might

In the belly of Moloch where you cowered, crippled, lips frozen with the blues,

I am with you and angel-headed hipsters, the muses you loved so true. 

In the contemplation of Jazz, the yickety-yakk and the supernatural ectascy of sight.

Ginsberg I wank am with you in mind, space, time, words and sweet poetic delights.