A SUBJECT OF THE AVANT GUARD

i read this at the second Beatific Beatnic. good times

i am obsessive.
i fall, i fall, and i ever fall
and i love the fucking pit.

i know my graces
they're bashful
except for the intimate
and intimate deliverance, i'm talking abstract
but i'm talking abstract reality.

that my shattered mind keeps me earthbound
but that the voices of my psycho-activity
remind me i'm cosmic.

that i don't want to be part of the past, MAN
I WANT TO BE A SUBJECT OF THE AVANT GUARD

that sometimes
i pretend i'm a sailor
and that when my fantasies get too fantastical
i pretend i'm a sailor's wife.

that i believe in TANTRA
in the same way that i believe in love
that LOVE
is love is love is love is good.

that sometimes i'm shy and
sometimes i'm so shy i can't even read peoples eye colour.

that i'm poor in pocket, heavily medicated in conformity
and would only marry a hipcat rich in mind

show me your soul, SINNER,
and sin most beautifully
like the children of Kerouac's "BOURGEOIS BOHEMIAN MATERIALISM"

he didn't dig his own creation
he! god as the archetype
and HE because god comes in genders:
JACK,
retire under the mushroom.
do things that please you.
buy a drink;
drink.
be rad, be bad, GIVE ME YOUR BODY
see visions and believe everything that is most undeniably
unbelievable.

and jack,
if you succeed
i will have to follow
and,
jaaaaack!
if i succeed
it'd become a revolution
cos by then the whole world would have caught on
that love
is love is
love
is love is
good.