to Allen Ginsberg on his birthday last week
from Segovia with love
the divine consciousness __________ New Jersey
does the holy _________________ Naomi
like you_________________________ paranoid
leaving the home
with your genitals ________________protesting
well described --- as is your underlip____ proud
S`ruel Averum Ginsberg
how you loved shadows ______ obscurities
they admitted you for this________ 1949
on the sixth floor
with Solomon and french poetry
drunk drunk drunk _________ East Harlem
doped doped doped _________ seeing God seeing God
picture in front of Burroughs door
___________________the true doors to the soul
naked lunches and Tanger______ killing hope
wearing white pants
feeding monkeys on someones roof
loving Buddha___________ practising with Blake's death-mask
wide eyed behind the curtain____ deep even in Bengal
you return to Whitman
and the ritually without being ritual
_________________________________________________
His broken heart
among the flowers nude
they found him there
where I found you , the cock and the cross
Poetry by Lourdes
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from Segovia with love
Allen killing hope wearing white pants
Your glassesthe divine consciousness __________ New Jersey
does the holy _________________ Naomi
like you_________________________ paranoid
leaving the home
with your genitals ________________protesting
well described --- as is your underlip____ proud
S`ruel Averum Ginsberg
how you loved shadows ______ obscurities
they admitted you for this________ 1949
on the sixth floor
with Solomon and french poetry
drunk drunk drunk _________ East Harlem
doped doped doped _________ seeing God seeing God
picture in front of Burroughs door
___________________the true doors to the soul
naked lunches and Tanger______ killing hope
wearing white pants
feeding monkeys on someones roof
loving Buddha___________ practising with Blake's death-mask
wide eyed behind the curtain____ deep even in Bengal
you return to Whitman
and the ritually without being ritual
_________________________________________________
His broken heart
among the flowers nude
they found him there
where I found you , the cock and the cross
Poetry by Lourdes
Read 1049 times
Written on 2006-06-12 at 10:34
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