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I didn’t come from church

I come from Philadelphia

I come for a show

I come to get high

to wreak havoc on the streets

a poet of delusion

a poet of confusion

a reading of Beats

never dying reading

NYC, NY, USA

dying of poetry; drunk

smoke herb hashish stoned

mind pure hope

thought run Whitman-esque

type of truth dream

Beat guys running rampant

going going on and on

I cam from Philly

Nazareth Hospital 1966

July 5 sometime in the morning

now I’m here

not from church

not in school failed

in life in work lover

all other endeavors

other than gaining sympathy

from old ladies

and copping acid at Dead shows

all else is no go

so I come from Philadelphia

streets Whitman walked

home where Poe lived

and drank the bile of death

under Franklin’s sacred vision

tombstone of ether visage

I come from Philadelphia’

once again never bragging

simply stating a fact

for the record