I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERALIZATION wearing halos of fog, opening their eyes with a burst of surreal an' shattering the beacon of light with a splatter of the gray matter... afterwards it all became so fug'n trite.
I'm phrasing perfect with a hint of propulsive barb'd barkin' βMan, I am aching to blather, **** man, it's more than ****-cheek chatterβ it BBBBBBBBBButt bubbles with a puhcussive tootin'; a howl absurd!
I raise a cup & say cheers t' Allen Ginsberg
"O BLOATED BLUES an' DECIBELS DANCE t'BALLYHOO'd BE-BOP FLUNG An' BOMBS BUSTIN OPEN with Gear's CLAWING t'BE AIRBORNE", Yes, he SITs IN a SPACE SHARE'd with us; finger snappin' & poetry clappin' from a heavenly ladder's rung...
A MAD HATTER's CHINA TEACUP is filled with continuous soft crackling liveliness of effervescence... and buoyed by the holy soul jelly roll that moves through here now. So let us praise and bestow upon him, a heartfelt bow before we etch on the walls of my primitive pome cave our beatnik chorale reverberation of "AND HOW!"