To Allen Ginsberg
ON THE DEATH OF GINSBERG
Rain-damp street outside my window voices
punctuate early morning street dogs
bark car engines cough start
someone’s day
lie in half-light thinking of you Allen Ginsberg
what demons drove you Naomi there driving you to work in her madness
your madness walking Manhattan climbing San Franciscan hills bearded prophet with your schoolgirl crushes on skinny genius song-poet
boy disciples hear your teaching head in the vale of your breast
sing to guru heart beats
fearless harmonium playing
your song-chant hurting without tears over
boy love-spurning
walking death in your ears
holding hands with Mr Death always
speaking words in your ear
Mr Death your final lover faithful polygamous lover
Forever everyone’s lover
And this morning I see you in Linthorpe
damp street prelude of daily madness not your crazy wisdom
the madness of not seeing your crazy rant
my ramblings these ramblings my heart madness approaching
break break break break break into
a million pieces
prophet man bearded raging at people deaf in Linthorpe
blind in Linthorpe not hearing you
not ever seeing you there in their midst
Its grey its damp outside my window
smell of last night’s loving lingers she
my crazy lover you’d love her crazy wisdom
even if your ***** head makes think you don’t think
she’s there
Read again your poems
again hear your disembodied
voice give hope in life in dying
teaching always
speaking in death life raging
forever
Copyright © Michael J Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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