o shitty guitar

o shitty guitar

o shitty guitar
we walk down the bowery
down the street
flashing time
ginsberg orlovsky sitting stoops
holding hands (on the subway) how dare they
beautiful in the heat

daring daring young old men
blondie’s crying
chickens dead, or almost dying.
it all comes crystal clear w/ lou reed (early on)
checking out ramones

best band in the world he knows
o shitty guitar smash through allen corso burroughs
berrigan
2nd ave stroll

anarchy
cigarette and beard

–Thurston Moore


Poetry Writing

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