September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
I remember well that night, now twenty years gone the hollow echo on the line after I answered him that ...
An unwelcome message, an uncomfortable word to share so was the nudge I am feeling from God Speaking to me, ...
I thought about the date, yesterday Fifty years since they said, I do eighteen since she said, goodbye. A moment ...
Study, prayers, fasting growth through study, meditation through some sacrifice, some meager change some discipline, holy, drawing us closer to ...
Closer, ever closer, drawn to the cross, to the foot of the cross our savior's burden his suffering, his sacrifice ...
Close to our savior, our brother feeling the yoke, the weight he carried the cross he bore, for me, for ...
These days, these times, more focused, more centered, fasting, praying, thinking about You about the path you walked, in that ...
He was our cantor, modeling the responsive lines to his homily on faith. Echoing, joining him, in remembering the mantra ...
Even when we are apart, I am with you I walk in the footfalls next to your path I lean ...
I raced from court We stood beside you, beside the hospital bed, awaiting the surgeon Husband and pastor, touching you, ...
I was picking blackberries when I thought of the strange girl at the mental hospital. Beautiful she was - quietly ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
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