Play Poem Video With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ear: I HATE OLD POETMEN! Especially old poetmen who retract who consult other old poetmen who speak their youth in whispers, saying:--I did those then but that was then that was then-- O I would quiet old men say to them:--I am your friend what you once were, thru me you'll be again-- Then at night in the confidence of their homes rip out their apology-tongues and steal their poems.
Not my favorite Beat. Too many amphetamines driving too many words too fast.