You can look in your books, Old and new, Of beginnings and births, Journeys and exiles, Looking for […]
Marcus Aurelius
A Cyprian merchant ship Wrecked on Grecian shores. Everything lost. Discovered the wisdom of a dead man In […]
“Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say” – Marcus Aurelius, translated […]
Allen was in Asgard reciting America and Singing the Buddhist Bible Blues for All-Father Odin While Bobby and Baldr compared […]
Hard to be an idealist when the world turns to shit, Dreams and hopes, ideals and integrity suffocate […]
The length of human life is a single point, A blink in the eye of eternity, A brief […]
Went down the desert where the vultures feed On human flesh rotting in the sunshine. Pluck eyes, testicles, […]
I. Thoughts
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.
John W. Leys 