Connection

[Teratogen]

this is yet another ginsberg-inspired poem. hope you dig. haha.

Connection

I am a poet
so says William Carlos Williams
somewhere with his eyes of angels watching over
I am Beat--who are you?
The new West Coast god of literature
How soon we all forget, was not so long ago, the lovers
of absolute defiance Fuck you I say this is the
America that John Smith wrote about the America
that Allah hates I don't blame any of Them
Forgotten, forgotten--
The Day John Kennedy Died
The Night John Lennon Died
The Day Allen Ginsberg Died
Presidents musicians poets murdered and murdered an
murdered by cancer
Om Ah Hum Allen where have you been reborn into?
Was it January on the 8th day in 1984?
Did Orwelle prophesy this this this resurrection?
What will they sing to me when I masturbate?
"You say you want a revolution?"
I want a cock revolution!
I want a cunt revolution!
I want a literary revolution! You're all Beats now!
I want a resurgence of Burroughs' Naked Lunch in place
of Springer, Leykis, and MTV! (the kids will be pleased)
I want to meet Lawrence at City Lights before he dies!
But he will not die, just like Allen did not die, or
Bill Burroughs, or Jack K, or their friends from NY to
SF
I am a poet and the music is neverending
the urbana sounds classroom jumble talkie lecture
history, I wrote, by losers beautiful beautiful losers
Let's all go! Take a trip a bus trip
Pinkos I-Chinkos, scurvy scalawags, spades and Harlem
harlots I pray for you--I pray you rise up above
this evil of American bullshit
(who will be chosen to lead our country?
Our literature!)

Walt Whitman your blue eyes god watch from heaven
see my trying your dreamers have died I am here Lord
I am here creating creating creating I have found the
treasure underneath the lies I have found it here Everyone
smiles Everyone laughs All humans have emotion Yes I have
found it