Our heads are round so thought can change direction

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 the night.

A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.