Allen Ginsberg, I have worn you on my back

in cafe's, on the flatlands, in a threesome

with a half-stranger, whose pregnant pause stretched out

across the microcosmic corn flake of America's crooked twaddle,

your fellatious weight wigged on the temporary

I got mighty fine problems, but…

intonation seeker

information wrecker

restless, mindless, corpseless beggar

hopeless ender

formless bender

broken token, bone winger

terror fire’er

chaperone shaker

calamity master, baits occupy hater