Allen Ginsberg
In Back Of The Real
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate In front of a tank factory and sat on a bench Near the switchman’s shack. A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway the
Footnote To Howl
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and
Kissass
Kissass is the Part of Peace America will have to Kissass Mother Earth Whites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure, Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
Howl
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, Angelheaded hipsters burning
Those Two
That tree said I don’t like that white car under me, it smells gasoline That other tree next to it said O you’re always complaining you’re a neurotic you can see by the way
When The Light Appears
Lento You’ll bare your bones you’ll grow you’ll pray you’ll only know When the light appears, boy, when the light appears You’ll sing & you’ll love you’ll praise blue heavens above When the light
The Lion For Real
“Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative…” I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged
Death & Fame
When I die I don’t care what happens to my body Throw ashes in the air, scatter ’em in East River Bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B’nai Israel Cemetery But l want
First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels
Cool black night thru redwoods Cars parked outside in shade Behind the gate, stars dim above The ravine, a fire burning by the side Porch and a few tired souls hunched over In black
Psalm IV
Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem Having masturbated for no love, and read
Refrain
The air is dark, the night is sad, I lie sleepless and I groan. Nobody cares when a man goes mad: He is sorry, God is glad. Shadow changes into bone. Every shadow has
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal Sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart Worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof
Cosmopolitan Greetings
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are coercion. Change is absolute. Ordinary mind includes
Please Master
Please master can I touch your cheeck Please master can I kneel at your feet Please master can I loosen your blue pants Please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly Please
Making The Lion For All It's Got A Ballad
I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A lion met America In the road They stared at each other Two figures on