I put together two poems by Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg for a speaking part I was asked to do. 



America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. 
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. 
America I can't stand my own mind. 
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble. 
America when will we end the human war? 
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb 
I don't feel good don't bother me. 

 Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon; 
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot; 
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; 
Though lovers be lost love shall not; 
And death shall have no dominion.

America

TRK1

Physical things bring responsibilities that my  generation are unable to keep. The future doesn't look bright. 

Love will be lost, to hell with it all. I can't keep breaking down in bathroom stalls. At the thought of those summer times, landing on your head, while trying to dive. 

I guess I'll have to start drinking again. It cures my insomnia - gives me more friends. No one likes the the sober guy. 

Get up dear, your knees have got to be sore. There is nothing in that book that hasn't been read before. He cannot hear your praise. You'll notice the only thing guaranteed is a deep grave. 

I think of your youth as a hostage I've kept. I know that counting on me wasn't the safest bet. I hope to someday pay back the debt. 

I'm hoping you've noticed a change. In my posture oh. In the way I say your name. 

Oh, Jessica I know you know, your marrow in my bones. The Veins to my home. Heres to paying back the loan. 

Physical things bring responsibilities that Im unable to keep. The futures gonna be fine. Sure it'll be alright. I promise this time.

Joe Grizzly