The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for May, 1997
that was Alan Ginsberg
he's dying
i said to my cat
and to
everyone
in my empty
house
the paper
said a few
months left
his poetry finished
the zeros showing
on the CD player
the words
still inside
me
coming out
he howled
even assholes are
holy
he was
happy for "the
privilege to witness
my existence"
and his
us
the hum in the
background of the
old
ressurected tapes
like the machine i sit
at
lost
like the hanging
inflections in the
cadences of all the
beatnik poets
not rising
not falling
hanging
insistent that
we hear
that we listen
that we
participate
in their
history
and ours
our lives
coming and going
together
in some greater
Kaddish for
each other
here we come!
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