an elegy for Allen Ginsberg
Ginsberg, Ginsberg, burning bright,
Taunter of the ultra right,
What blink of the Buddha's eye
Chose the day for you to die?
Queer pied piper, howling wild,
Mantra-minded flower child,
Queen of Maytime, misrule's lord
Bawling, Drop out! All aboard!
Finger-cymbaled, chanting Om,
Foe of fascist, bane of bomb,
Proper poets' thorn-in-side,
Turner of a whole time's tide,
Who can fill your sloppy shoes?
What a catch for Death. We lose
Glee and sweetness, freaky light,
Ginsberg, Ginsberg, burning bright.
What a wonderful and deep voice of a wonderful tribute poem.
rurugby 2 months ago
A reminder of the loss his death won so expertly done
rpVerlaine 6 months ago
Excellent, thank you for the reading Tom.
jonno52 6 months ago
...nice...
paulpellicci 7 months ago
What a fine poem! Just wondering, spoken verse, what do you think of Ginsberg's poetry?
mercop14 7 months ago
Nice take-off of Blake's Tyger!
duckpondwithoutducks 7 months ago
Oh you angel headed hipster! Great thanks!
vudu8ball 7 months ago
I enjoyed the poem and the reading
testing4echo 7 months ago