“Ginsberg’s a cocksucker.” He said
hearing phantom voices
calling him over
the bizarre twist of Frank Zappa
better to read Blake or Stevens
one might suggest
rewinding a tape
ready to go drinking
forget about
the Art Museum
and Duchamp and Miro and Klee
It’s probably all
for the best
or so he tells you
expecting you to jump for joy
when you feel
like expectorating madness
and defecating
freely without
muses hassling you for not
taking pen and notebook to the john
yeah, it’s a weird
fate, everyone knows
It can go on and on without ever ending
but the tears
you suppress
are healthy expression
bound to come out someday
like it or not