Beatnik Poems
Beaten?
by T.M. White
Given the graces of Ginsberg how can we go lightly?
Carrying the carriage of Kerouac both daily and nightly
Dreaming of days I’ll never relate
All for an ego I lost that I must inflate
Where are the wonders of Whitman or the cooings of Coleridge?
Where is the solemn siren of the great Lord Byron?
Is all lost and poetry for naught?
Or has the great elusive caper finally been caught?
......
Beaten?
by T.M. White
Given the graces of Ginsberg how can we go lightly?
Carrying the carriage of Kerouac both daily and nightly
Dreaming of days I’ll never relate
All for an ego I lost that I must inflate
Where are the wonders of Whitman or the cooings of Coleridge?
Where is the solemn siren of the great Lord Byron?
Is all lost and poetry for naught?
Or has the great elusive caper finally been caught?
......
