allen ginsberg
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Dear Allen
you opened my eyes
with your poetry, your life
you suffered within yourself
just like me, more than me
the world was turbulent
is turbulent but not like your world
wars and AIDS
I am yesterday's aspirationDespite the lack of clear conceptionThat often fogged and blurred my week perceptionDespite naive judgments made inevitable by our generation's wide eye completion
I am yesterday's aspirationDespite the lack of clear conceptionThat often fogged and blurred my week perceptionDespite naive judgments made inevitable by our generation's wide eye completion
I am yesterday's aspirationDespite the lack of clear conceptionThat often fogged and blurred my week perceptionDespite naive judgments made inevitable by our generation's wide eye completion
It’s What She’s Not
I
A yellow rose twisted on a wire hanger
in the closet,
and even that imaginary,
