Gandalf Greyhame, Armed with enchanted Elvish wand-staff, Glowing Glamdring king-blade, And wisest wits of wizard-kind. Mithrandir, wanderer on […]
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.