(Allen Ginsberg/1995)

March 29, 1995

like God
Allen will be taken away from us
to the slaughterhouse of dear God

what will happen to
Allen's great eyes

will he give them to my son
the new poet of life

will Allen become the pieces of the past
the little quiet feast

who will collect
his glasses
who will haunt poetry in memphis
in the vending machines

we the little children of his soul
are the prostitution tourists
the four dimensional fleas
and our poetry revenant helices

because poets do not sleep
they die like bread

like the id
underneath the tree of secrets
like the dust
underneath the tree of secrets
like the sacred dust of the soul
sounds to a cassette

you are the devastating force
of an old poem
the voice of burning hair
the sarcoma of a minor poet

like me

the idiot in Allen's heart
eating
america tell me poems
writing
kiss me with your round dream poems