I
It’s true I got caught in
the world
When I was young Blake
tipped me off
Other teachers followed:
Better prepare for Death
Don’t get entangled with
possessions
That was when I was young,
I was warned
Now I’m a Senior Citizen
and stuck with a million
books
a million thoughts a million
dollars a million
loves
How’ll I ever leave my body?
Allen Ginsberg says, I’m
really up shits creek
II
I sat at the foot of a
Lover
and he told me everything
Fuck off, 23 skidoo,
watch your ass,
watch your step
excercise, meditate, think
of your temper—
Now I’m an old man and
I won’t live another
20 years maybe not another
20 weeks,
maybe the next second I’ll
be carried off to
rebirth
the worm farm, maybe it’s
already happened—
How should I know, says
Allen Ginsberg
Maybe I’ve been dreaming
all along—
III
It’s 2 A.M. and I got to
get up early
and taxi 20 miles to satisfy
my ambition—
How’d I get into this fix,
this workaholic show-
biz meditation market?
If I had a soul I sold it
for pretty words
If I had a body I used
it up spurting my essence
If I had a mind it got
covered with Love—
If I had a spirit I forgot
when I was breathing
If I had speech it was
all a boast
If I had desire it went
out my anus
If I had ambitions to
be liberated
how’d I get into this
wrinkled person?
With pretty words, Love essences,
breathing boasts, anal
longings, famous crimes?
What a mess I am, Allen Ginsberg.
IV
Sleepless I stay up &
think about my Death
—certainly it’s nearer
than when I was ten
years old
and wonderd how big the
universe was—
If I dont get some rest I’ll die faster
If I sleep I’ll lose my
chance for salvation—
asleep or awake, Allen
Ginsberg’s in bed
in the middle of the night.
V
4 A.M.
Then they came for me,
I hid in the toilet stall
They broke down the toilet door
It fell in on an innocent boy
Ach the wooden door fell
in on an innocent kid!
I stood on the bowl & listened,
I hid my shadow,
they shackled the other and
dragged him away
in my place—How long can
I get away with this?
Pretty soon they’ll discover
I’m not there
They’ll come for me again, where
can I hide my body?
Am I myself or some one else
or nobody at all?
Then what’s this heavy flesh this
weak heart leaky kidney?
Who’s been doing time
for 65 years
in this corpse? Who else went
into ecstasy beside me?
Now it’s all over soon,
what good was all that come?
Will it come true? Will
it really come true?
VI
I had my chance and lost it,
many chances & didn’t
take them seriously enuf.
Oh yes I was impressed, almost
went mad with fear
I’d lose the immortal chance,
One lost it.
Allen Ginsberg warns you
don’t follow my path
to extinction.
March 31, 1992