I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
who were expelled from academies for publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to terror through the wall,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cut their wrists three times unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic ping pong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,
Five years' Breakthroughs !
Five years' being over the river !
Five years' flips and crucifixions!
Five years' gone down the flood !
Five years' Highs, Epiphanies and Despairs !!
Five years' animal screams and suicides !
Five years' understanding great minds !
Five years' New loves !
Five years' being called ' Mad generation' !
But Now it is Five Years Down on the Rocks of Time !!!
