malest cornifici tuo catullo

i'm happy, kerouac, your madman allen's
finally made it: discovered a new young cat,
and my imagination of an eternal boy
walks on the streets of san francisco,
handsome, and meets me in cafeterias
and loves me. ah don't think i'm sickening.
you're angry at me. for all of my lovers?
it's hard to eat shit, without having visions;
when they have eyes for me it's like heaven.

SF 1955

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[blessed be the Muses
for their descent,
dancing round my desk,
crowning my balding head
with Laurel.]

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A.G.

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ontem eu fiz um inimigo.
caramba, não consegui dormir de noite.