howl

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and
       were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you
       had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's
      salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a
      second,

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars!
      Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old
      men weeping in the parks!

Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the stunned governments!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of
      sensitive bullshit!

Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides!
Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!