Allen Ginsberg

When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey,
B'nai Israel
But l want a big
St.

Millions of babies watching the
Bellies swollen, with big round
On Jessore Road--long bamboo
No place to shit but sand channel

Last nite I dreamed of T.
S.
Eliotwelcoming me to the land of
Sofas couches fog in

Hey Father Death,
I'm flying
Hey poor man, you're all
Hey old daddy,

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream,
I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlemhaving masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my

Cool black night thru redwoodscars parked outside in shadebehind the gate, stars dim abovethe ravine, a fire burning by the sideporch and a few tired souls hunched overin black leather jackets. In the hugewooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3…

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roofout my window across the street, a bird perched on the crosssurveys the city's blue-grey clouds.
Larry Rivers'll come at 10 AM and take my picture.
I'm takingyour picture,…

Homage to Kenneth
If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty IranI'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap,
scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in
the jungle

In nineteen hundred
China was won by Mao
Chiang Kai Shek's army ran
They were waiting there in Thailand

Drinking my
Without sugar-
No difference.
The sparrow shits

I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East
Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on 84th
Delighted by inflation that drives me out on the
After all what…

I came home and found a lion in my room…[First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175]A lion met Americain the roadthey stared at each othertwo figures on the crossroads in the desert.
America
The lion
They leaped at each

Elan that lifts me above the cloudsinto pure space, timeless, yea
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
in one hundred two hundred yearsnearly Immortal

To Frank
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the
CA Building
and gaze at my world

When I lie down to sleep dream the Wishing Well it rings"Have you a new play for the broken down theater?"When I write in my notebook poem it rings"Buster Keaton is under the Brooklyn bridge on Frankfurt and Pearl..."When I…

In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof in
the night-time red downtown heaven staring…

Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.

I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk— Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors Walked under black painted…

Real as a
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dreamI am awake / and why do that?

Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river -he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel- and he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams, so lonely growing up among the imaginary automobiles and dead souls of Tarrytown to…