Escape

*composed of chunks of beatnick poems*

The roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind
king light of mind, battered bleak of brain all drained of
brilliance down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills yacketayakking
screaming vomiting whispering facts whole intellects disgorged in total
recall for seven days who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic and Carribean
love, gardens and the Staten Island ferry also