I wasn’t born with a club foot I didn’t fight in Vietnam I didn’t teach at Columbia I […]
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Allen was in Asgard reciting America and Singing the Buddhist Bible Blues for All-Father Odin While Bobby and Baldr compared […]
This is the first of what I hope to be many videos I will be posting of myself […]
You’re out there traveling another mile down the road,
Listening for messages when the cold winds have blow’d,
Writin’ ’em down and sendin’ ’em out,
Trying to figure what this crazy world’s all about.
Allen told me, If you want to find your voice Forget about having it heard. Speak your true […]
Can anyone out in the hallway hear me? Skrit-Scratching on the walls, Floor to ceiling pencil poems In […]
I thought of you today, Allen Ginsberg,
As I often do when the howls from
Desolation Row enrapture my mind.
Rapid fired images stolen from
Dreams and nightmares of America.
Starving in the streets like
Hysterical angel headed hipsters
And raggedy vagabond doctors
Crouched in darkened doorways
Snarling, scratching at the
Constable’s carriage for
A scrap of bread.