the beat street and the beat boy

spittle of the silly sparrow splatters the slab,
in spaced out spasms on a speeding street,
stands a student studying stimulations,
and adamant admonitions of an unadressed apparition,
climbing his cliffs clad in his clothes of clever,
he advertises adulterated advices for the advent of future,
then into the insides of i he runs for insight,
introduced to the ingenious inadequencies in him,
he heaves for heaven and his healing light,
falling under the weight of his freudian follies,
he speeds the streets by the seat of his whimsies..