If Beatniks Had Used Google

For yesterday's poetic exercise, I decided to employ a variation of William Burrough's cut-up technique, by typing two word search cues into Google, and copying the first four phrases that came up. The results were both poignant and hilarious.

If Beatniks Had Used Google

They are my noble masters--

They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard,

They are made of meat,

They are in Spanish.

Can I run it,

Can I stream it

Can I kick it--

Can I have your number?

I go back.

I go to seek a great perhaps.

I go crazy,

I go hard in the paint.

Why can't I own a Canadian?

Why can a ghost solve the equation?

Why can I not get a girlfriend?

Why can I see my breath?

It may be tightly coiled.

It may be spotted in a pet store.

It may get loud.

It may be found in a tank.

But she did look back;

but she is my student,

but she trippy like Nirvana,

but she sure likes the bone.