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The Beatnik Café’ Cigarettes, coffee, a ****** beret Blue smoke and Blue Mountain, blue verse, blue rhyme -- O Come to the side-street beatnik café; Here present-tense yourself; caffeine the time Here order your Bacon very well Donne And jam your java with croissants and Keats Orate from Spenser; groove with Tennyson Tap out a line of Seafarer-four beats Tap out a manifesto; everyone does Pulp-print Red rags yelp “Revolution Now!” The typewriter is holy, and Up the Fuzz! Bongo that Kerouac, and Howl, but how? Bongo that beat, oh, yeah, it’s crazzzzy, man Sheaffer that rhythm, cat; Parker that line Ferlinghetti your truth to a yellow pad Sharpen your verbs to a rebel design Sharpen your verbs from a bottle of ink Light up a Camel; blow intellectual smoke Teach the ****** bourgeois how they should think Grey-suited capitalists – what a joke! L’Envoi – Time Slouches On Tee-shirted capitalists joke in Mandarin The latest chained coffee’s inside the mall English and Apples are original sin On glowing screens where the pale pixels crawl And no one crawls through rhythm, rhyme, or verse, Or bongos out an existential cry For poetry is dead; the twitters terse Reduce the ancient loves to I, me, my.
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Beatnik Cafe'
The Beatnik Café’ Cigarettes, coffee, a ****** beret Blue smoke and Blue Mountain, blue verse, blue rhyme -- O Come to the side-street beatnik café; Here present-tense yourself; caffeine the time Here order your Bacon very well Donne And jam your java with croissants and Keats Orate from Spenser; groove with Tennyson Tap out a line of Seafarer-four beats Tap out a manifesto; everyone does Pulp-print Red rags yelp “Revolution Now!” The typewriter is holy, and Up the Fuzz! Bongo that Kerouac, and Howl, but how? Bongo that beat, oh, yeah, it’s crazzzzy, man Sheaffer that rhythm, cat; Parker that line Ferlinghetti your truth to a yellow pad Sharpen your verbs to a rebel design Sharpen your verbs from a bottle of ink Light up a Camel; blow intellectual smoke Teach the ****** bourgeois how they should think Grey-suited capitalists – what a joke! L’Envoi – Time Slouches On Tee-shirted capitalists joke in Mandarin The latest chained coffee’s inside the mall English and Apples are original sin On glowing screens where the pale pixels crawl And no one crawls through rhythm, rhyme, or verse, Or bongos out an existential cry For poetry is dead; the twitters terse Reduce the ancient loves to I, me, my.
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lawrence-hall
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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