Dig this Daddio:


the morning in the goldhorn shadow of dungarees and the lava
and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago, F.B.I. in beards
and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing
out incomprehensible leaflets, who burned cigarette holes in their
hearts who sang out of my natural ecstasy! skeleton treasuries! blind
capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible mad houses!
granite cocks! monstrous bombs! ments, trees, radios, tons!


Seed me again

Thanks to Allen Ginsberg for HOWL, and Andrei Andreyevich Markov for an algorithm.