Mad House Blues: Part 2

Fear no one as the sun falls from its perch with terrified glances at the shelled out town directly below carnage that began with a rebirthing of Kristallnacht the Jews ran with reborn terror while us Ginsberg, Solomon and I were safe hidden in our room from the supposed free and safe America lies based upon layers upon layers upon layers of destructive racism.   We looked out at the now dark sky dotted with tiny aeroplane lights...

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Stitches On Acid

It was summer when we were shot out of a cannon. your eyes were nuggets of gold in the backseat. I held a strawberry cigarette. smoke covered our bodies like a blanket as the engine breathed fire into the sky. dots like on a television screen rained down on us. It was the end of the modern world.

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Morro Bay Market

Brown arms and white chest Thoughts fleeting like footsteps in the sand   MorroBayin fall Red leaf dusk streets White topped rock Cawing harbour evening   Sitting staring out to sea Pacific blowing salt inland Waves rising mightily And crashing deafeningly Again and again And again Jellyfish washed up Sharks prowling under piers Dolphins bouncing around If you can see it all. I can’t.   Trading strawberries for grapes...

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Space Cake Cookies

The space cake cookies that Jennifer baked me were so potent That when we made love, it was as if I were asleep And the best night of my life seems to be an elaborate dream Some of the moments have escaped me, but they occasionally appear In the middle of my working day as instant but wonderful flashes And how Jennifer regretted telling me of her Roger Whose hours as a barista were lightened by the secret ingredients she’d sneak into...

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In Pursuit of Soles

I still remember the Friday nights when I’d leave the bar early   With Jennifer at my side and two frothy mugs full of Pabst in the trunk of my van   And we’d ride out to the Motel Inn, where I’d remove her thick black boots after a squeak of approval   And pour the Pabst on her slim, delicate soles   The liquid would massage her slight blisters and give a special shine to the ring around the littlest of her five...

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Mad House Blues: Part 1

Up high on my sill I watch the twirls and graceless rising of cigarette smoke against the amber inset sun inelegantly dancing keeping shape as I inhale the cancerously beautiful wraiths into my lungs clogging and causing blue blood to spatter against the red parasols of crying visitors and uncaring staff. Beyond the casing of my unisexual room it explores a variety of obscene events that wouldn’t be out of place at a freak show...

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Happy Birthday, Jack
Mar12

Happy Birthday, Jack

Today would’ve been Jack Kerouac’s 90th birthday. Although he’s been dead a long time, his legacy is stronger than ever. Each year new readers stumble upon and find inspiration in his work. This year more people than ever will surely celebrate his birthday because of the new movie, On The Road. If you’re in San Francisco, you might want to pop along to the Beat Museum, where they’re holding a birthday...

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On the Road Trailer
Mar10

On the Road Trailer

After a few technical problems, the trailer for the forthcoming On the Road movie was released yesterday. It was part of a fairly successful Twitter and Facebook campaign, which has seen tens of thousands of people sign up for updates about the movie in a remarkably short period of time. You are supposed to join up for the Facebook group in order to see the trailer, but hell, it’s on YouTube so we’re going to embed it...

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