J. C. GARRETT
Garrettart@earthlink.net


"I found my favorite poem on line last night."
Pull my daisy 
tip my cup 
all my doors are open 
Cut my thoughts 
for coconuts 
all my eggs are broken 
Jack my Arden 
gate my shades 
woe my road is spoken 
Silk my garden 
rose my days 
now my prayers awaken 
Bone my shadow 
dove my dream 
start my halo bleeding 
Milk my mind & 
make me cream 
drink me when you're ready 
Hop my heart on 
harp my height 
seraphs hold me steady 
Hip my angel 
hype my light 
lay it on the needy 
Heal the raindrop 
sow the eye 
bust my dust again 
Woe the worm 
work the wise 
dig my spade the same 
Stop the hoax 
whats the hex 
where's the wake 
how's the hicks 
take my golden beam 
Rob my locker 
lick my rocks 
leap my cock in school 
Rack my lacks 
lark my looks 
jump right up my hole 
Whore my door 
beat my door 
eat my snake of fool 
Craze my hair 
bare my poor 
asshole shorn of wool 
say my oops 
ope my shell 
Bite my naked nut 
Roll my bones 
ring my bell 
call my worm to sup 
Pope my parts 
pop my pot 
raise my daisy up 
Poke my pap 
pit my plum 
let my gap be shut 
- Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, JC Garrett, and Neal Cassady
(1958-2001)


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J.C. Garrett garrettart@earthlink.net
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Last modified October 1, 2001