I'm bringing back the beat...

Loveb4LifeLoveb4Life Posts: 26
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i don't know about the rest of you, but i miss beat poetry. so i'm bringing it back at a coffee shop near you! this one's not complete for now-

A Beat Incomplete

Allow some soothe signs to enter your spine
With compromising chaotic chorus.
The words wrap the wrath of wraiths
While poor babies bounce balls in the boondocks.

Let me tell you about the freak show genocide
That suppresses the saintly shadows' sayings,
Shackling their limbs with logic and languid lullabies
With the defunct daily dose of demoralization.

The freedom...
The freedom...
At what expense?
The freedom...
The freedom...
Spare no expense!

Carnivorous stock brokers trade lives for dough
And sixty-something Steven still finds the rough grime of death
Between his calycled prime-time daily news channel flippin' nails.

And America...
America...
Still loves her own.
America...
America...
Still ain't found home.

Because, yes, stonewall silent Steve can still succeed,
But the dime and five suicide hold your breath make it alive salary
Tears his hole infested HMO approved corazon
A little...more...each...day.

He's tried to come back,
We've tried to live.
“DON'T TELL ME this IS REAL because it is the edge chunk of what I feel!”

-Michael McClure
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Comments

  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    we got the beat
    we got the beat
    yeah
    we got the beat

    rock on ripsaw
    rock on
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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