Dead Whistle Stop Already End
Tags: Cut-Up, Texts by Burroughs, William Burroughs
Ahab to his companion falling over there in any out from the dawn
skin staring stirring unbelief he strode towards a long
drink and looked into the the actors ourselves become
muzzle of Spain and 42 St. old banner illustrating
I was standing by the wax before dead whistle stop already
cross the red moon terminal time scarred end.
scanning patterns on my face me in your back, pal”
dawn words falling will say it all consists in irradiating
this dead whistle stop in the language before creation
he strode towards the actors in the city “Here he is now”
obsidian morning sniffing quivering need masturbating afternoons
spitting blood dead rainbow flesh he moved as sharp as
on the iron streets fish smell and dead eyes water reeds
scarred metal faces running into the mines liquid typewriter
flickered on field where flesh circulates red fish talk falling
he strode towards pant smell language like muttering
Spain and 42 st. running in the gutter where is he now?
the actors dead dawn word falling he was caught in the zoo
whistle stop already scanning patterns jissom webs drifting
slow ferris wheel running rainbow flesh over the White Subway
A Poem by William S. Burroughs
Ahab to his companion falling over there in any out from the dawn
skin staring stirring unbelief he strode towards a long
drink and looked into the the actors ourselves become
muzzle of Spain and 42 St. old banner illustrating
I was standing by the wax before dead whistle stop already
cross the red moon terminal time scarred end.
scanning patterns on my face me in your back, pal”
dawn words falling will say it all consists in irradiating
this dead whistle stop in the language before creation
he strode towards the actors in the city “Here he is now”
obsidian morning sniffing quivering need masturbating afternoons
spitting blood dead rainbow flesh he moved as sharp as
on the iron streets fish smell and dead eyes water reeds
scarred metal faces running into the mines liquid typewriter
flickered on field where flesh circulates red fish talk falling
he strode towards pant smell language like muttering
Spain and 42 st. running in the gutter where is he now?
the actors dead dawn word falling he was caught in the zoo
whistle stop already scanning patterns jissom webs drifting
slow ferris wheel running rainbow flesh over the White Subway
. William S. Burroughs
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