BAD CRAZINESS RISING
That
nefarious den of iniquity and evilness
Twenty
drinks too sober
The
scent of bad craziness
Hung
in the air
Like
an over ripe mango
Desperately
seeking to have sex
With
wild, dressed up bananas
Running
around with the Orange Man
Down
the street
The
Moon looks out on the mad scene
Sniffs
the air
Saying,
"Man, this is bad craziness"
And
runs away to join her lover the Sun
In
an orgy of drunken forgetfulness
The
Planet Mars, not amused,
Chases
after the maiden Venus
Under
the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto
The
Moon and the Sun
Rent
a room in the Hotel Venus
Across
from the Jupiter All Night Diner
Cosmic
shit kickers
Out
for a night of Earth bashing
The
Earth trembles, shaken
Moans
with passion
And
I awake
Saying,
that was bad craziness
Out
there on the edge
Between
the inner me and the outer Zone
I
went on down the road
And
met a lady
An
outlaw lady on the far side
Money,
power, passion
Rolled
up in a bundle
Electric
chemistry
Fills
my head
Zapping
my brain
Into
demented muscles
Paranoid,
pulsating images
Scream
out
With
mad passion
And
demented noises
The
night turns ugly fast
And
very, very weird
Weirdness
in the air
Scent
of bad craziness
The
Moon
Is
freaked out
The
Sun falls asleep in the gutter
And
I say to myself
I'm
just another cosmic guy
On
the loose, on the edge,
On
the wild side of things
Watching
the show
Unfold
I
wonder, is this all
A
drunken bum show?
Who
is the star, who is she
The
maiden up there in the bar
Black,
leather jackets
On
stage naked visions of nightly lust
Dancing
with an attitude that could kill
An
elephant in heat
And
the Moon
Continues
to dance across the evening sky
Satisfied,
allows mankind to sleep it off
Yet
another night in the City of demented Angels
Finally
rest as the sun comes up
The
masks come back on
And
I walk down the road
Putting
everything back into the box
Until
the next night
Of
bad craziness
Lets
the wild beast within
Escape
its leash.
Bad
Craziness rising yet again
In a Beat fashion, Jake combines an outlaw attitude with a word-salad jigsaw of images and expressions. Here, Gregory Corso does a similar thing, in a pots' cutting contest:
ReplyDeletePoets
Hitchhiking
on the
Highway
Of course I tried to tell him
but he cranked his head
without an excuse.
I told him the sky chases
the sun
And he smiled and said:
"What's the use."
I was feeling like a demon
again
So I said: "But the ocean chases
the fish."
This time he laughed
and said: "Suppose the
strawberry were
pushed into a mountain."
After that I knew the
war was on--
So we fought:
He said: "The apple-cart like a
broomstick-angel
snaps & splinters
old dutch shoes."
I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak
and free the fumes!"
He said: "Mad street with no name."
I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!"
He said, getting real mad,Young Poets
"Firestoves! Gas! Couch!"
I said, only smiling,
"I know God would turn back his head
If I sat quietly and thought."
We ended by melting away,
hating the air!