I Watched Allen Ginsberg and Wished
(this poem is incomplete)
I Watched Allen Ginsberg and Wished
I watched Allen Ginsberg,Mouth screwed to one sideLike a car with a headlightOut,His wordsStraining through lipsNo longer functioningAt 100%.
He worked his wayThrough “Howl”As pictures ofKerouac, Cassidy, BurroughsFlashed,and I cried.
Not for the best mindsMy generation,Nor for the long-agoPassing of the bard.
I cried for the dying embersIn my chest.I [...]