Howl Poems - Poems For Howl

Howl Allen Ginsberg with Nebuchadnezzar’s Prideful Madness-Lycanthropic For this generation’s minds lie bleeding and ravished in the streets of the libertine-philosophic Your angel-headed hipsters of darkness marshalling the hollow-eyed masses to their graves. Israfel softly sings his damnable odes in the classroom and o’er the air-waves. Two hundred million saxes wail false laments like the butchered-truths of the painter Francis Bacon But when one prays at the altar of Damien Hirst (or de Payens) just Who and what has been forsaken?

i am drawn by an unknown force to your shore line to your sea i am drawn with your white capped hand to your cold, white sand to your dry, liquid heart the music you play sends to my ears the sounds of the waves rushing, mighty waves crashing rocks tilting ships who sway their hips and sailors who are washed ashore blissfully wishing of home to come wishfully thinking of their heart, so numb their hearts are as numb as my hands as they grasp the cold iron bar, on the starboard side as they grasp the heart of one who has Poseidon on his side who does your bidding? tempest mighty hollar at the wind howl at the wind then turn and whisper, what you wish me to hear howl until your heart's content i will wail in this lament but soon... i will be where you can see me you will be where you can see me- right where you were in the beginning right where you were from the beginning

Rorschach pewter clouds midnight blue at 10 p.m. wolf moon with my child

I want you to feel the insufferable loss of me. I want you to feel as though you're unable to function without me. I want your body to quake and quiver with the fantasy of me. I want you to sweat and howl; to run in wind and hail, through bracken, branches and stinging nettles and find me in a queue at Tesco's and tell me those awesome words.