Allen Ginsberg
A Supermarket in
California

Jack Kerouac
239th Chorus

Gregory Corso
The Whole Mess, Almost...

Anne Sexton
Riding the Elevator

Lee Ranaldo
Me & Jill

Andre Breton
Untitled

Jack Kerouac

The Moon Her Majesty
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239th Chorus

And how sweet a story it is
When you hear Charlie Parker
tell it,
Either on records or at sessions,
Or at official bits in clubs,
Shots in the arm for the wallet,
Gleefully he Whistled the
perfect
horn

Anyhow, made no difference.

Charlie Parker, forgive me-
Forgive me for not answering your eyes-

For not having an indication
Of that which you can devise-
Charlie Parker, pray for me-
Pray for me and everybody
In the Nirvanas of your brain
Where you hide, indulgent and huge,
No longer Charlie Parker
But the secret unsayable name
That carries with it merit
Not to be measured from here

To up, down, east, or west-
-Charlie Parker, lay the bane,
off me, and every body