Category: Allen Ginsberg

Death Fame When I die I don’t care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter ’em in East River bury an…

My Sad Self To Frank O’Hara Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my…

The Lion For Real “Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative…” I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the…

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the…

A Supermarket In California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache…