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)