I lie on my back at midnight <br />hearing the marvelous strange chime <br />of the clocks, and know it's mid- <br />night and in that instant the whole <br />world swims into sight for me <br />in the form of beautiful swarm- <br />ing m u t t a worlds- <br />everything is happening, shining <br />Buhudda-lands, <br />bhuti <br /> <br />blazing in faith, I know I'm <br />forever right & all's I got to <br />do (as I hear the ordinary <br />extant voices of ladies talking <br />in some kitchen at midnight <br />oilcloth cups of cocoa <br />cardore to mump the <br />rinnegain in his <br />darlin drain-) i will write <br />it, all the talk of the world <br />everywhere in this morning, leav- <br />ing open parentheses sections <br />for my own accompanying inner <br />thoughts-with roars of me <br />all brain-all world <br />roaring-vibrating-I put <br />it down, swiftly, 1,000 words <br />(of pages) compressed into one second <br />of time-I'll be long <br />robed & long gold haired in <br />the famous Greek afternoon <br />of some Greek City <br />Fame Immortal & they'll <br />have to find me where they find <br />the t h n u p f t of my <br />shroud bags flying <br />flag yagging Lucien <br />Midnight back in their <br />mouths-Gore Vidal'll <br />be amazed, annoyed- <br />my words'll be writ in gold <br />& preserved in libraries like <br />Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal<br /><br />Jack Kerouac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreams-for-ginsberg/
