What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. …
Allen Ginsberg
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. …
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! …
If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran …
I …
Sometimes when my eyes are red …
I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place …
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry. …