or purgatoried their
torsos night after
night
with dreams,
with drugs,
with waking
nightmares,
alcohol
torsos night after
night
with dreams,
with drugs,
with waking
nightmares,
alcohol
| I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, |
| who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts |
| who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish, |
who walked all night with
their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks
waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a
room full of steamheat and
opium,
their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks
waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a
room full of steamheat and
opium,