“ Ginsberg’s a cocksucker.” he said
hearing phantom voices
calling him
over the bizarre twist
of Frank Zappa
better to read Blake or Stevens
one might suggest;
rewinding a tape
ready to go drinking
forget about
the Art Museum
and Duchamp and Miro and Klee
It’s probably all
for the best
or so
he tells you
expecting you to jump for joy
when you feel
like expectorating madness
and defecating
freely without
muses hassling you
for not
taking a pen and notebook to the toilet
Yeah, it’s a weird fate,
everyone knows it
It can go on & on without ever ending
but the tears
you suppress
are healthy expression
bound to come out
someday
like it or not
10-17-87