written 30 december 1994. recorded 5 april 2014.
what thoughts i have of you tonight, allen ginsberg
awake from cup after cup of blackmidnight diner coffee
post pool hall after hour ritual
sat in room on bed half two a.m. red candle burning
in brown bottle holder,penetrates the night with phallic fire
with wax dripping down glass, solidified tears
listening to your poetry to pass away the consciousness
perhaps expand my own
why so modest of supermarket poetry in dear old berkeley
my favorite of all you’ve written, so many tomes of moans and doldrums, can’t you see the holiness of your homage
the reverence of your admiration rests tears on cornea edges
allen ginsberg, i have only to ask
which way does your beard point tonight?
30 december 1994