by Gregory Reed

Created on: January 27, 2009

Books, a mess, scattered

holding words of wisdom

a library gone insane

want to devour every thought exerted,

from pen to paper

Creeley's The Hero

Kerouac's On the Road

Ginsberg's Howl

Burroughs's Naked Lunch

Corso's The American Express

Feed my brain

fulfill my empty soul

cannot read fast enough

words create a chaotic ensemble

mind's racing past pace car

A dim light shines about

revealing cracks along ceiling

moon's dazzling glow tickles my eyeballs

all thoughts once spoken

silenced by a wicked demise

Ink, the only thing left

expresses creative visions of originality

words leap from page

as I cast lures upon

reeling them in, revealing their true color

Never miss a beat

for the beat's generation lost

gone unnoticed

squeezing through splintered partitions

of defeated minds

Genius, I say

for that's what they were

toss a soul this way

that way, my way

we need another.

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