Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.
Allen GinsbergTags: sexual
I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly.
God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.
Forty feet long sixty feet high hotel
Covered with old gray for buzzing flies
Eye like mango flowing orange pus
Ears Durga people vomiting in their sleep
Got huge legs a dozen buses move inside Calcutta
Swallowing mouthfuls of dead rats
Mangy dogs bark out of a thousand breasts
Garbage pouring from its ass behind alleys
Always pissing yellow Hooghly water
Bellybutton melted Chinatown brown puddles
Coughing lungs Sound going down the sewer
Nose smell a big gray Bidi
Heart bumping and crashing over tramcar tracks
Covered with a hat of cloudy iron
Suffering water buffalo head lowered
To pull the huge cart of year uphill
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!
Allen GinsbergStrange now to think of you, gone without corsets
Allen GinsbergTo gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.
Allen GinsbergAmerica, why are your libraries full of tears?
Allen GinsbergAmerica I've given you all and now I'm nothing...
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
Allen GinsbergTags: friendship writing madness loyalty mental-illness
Inside skull vast as outside skull
Allen GinsbergTags: allen-ginsberg cosmopolitan-greetings
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