Saturday, November 04, 2006

Echo to Narcissus: a poem for and after Allen Ginsberg, suggested by Andrew Peterson.

i myself sAw the sunfLower-monkeys of the moon

i stared in the mirror naked today

i'm getting baLder

my kittEn mews

what uNiverse do i enter

thank God i know
i dunno

that i taste the shIt of being at last, that i touch thy geNitals
thrilled with my deathleSsness, thrilled with this endlessness i dice and Bury
come poEt shut up eat my word, and taste my mouth in your eaR
with my fuckinG suave manners & knowitall.

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