An Excerpt from "America" (written in my Ginsberg phase)
The words that had rode the wind for almost a century now went batshit
Like a schizoid beatnik gallivanting and whoring about this country
Leaving dotted lines in every Franklin, every Salem, every Fairview, each Springfield, only a couple Washington’s
Suddenly poetry had wheels, suddenly poetry could be injected, suddenly poetry came in baggies
Suddenly poetry came in cum, suddenly poetry was in a box in your living room, suddenly poetry was in a magazine between your mattress
Suddenly poetry was found in your bum, suddenly poetry fell out of your hair when you scratched it, suddenly poetry was at the bottom of each cup of black coffee
Suddenly children were let to shout poetry, suddenly every living person on the earth had a notion in their head as to what poetry was and who it was for and that was them
Suddenly the old fag and the new fag came together all at once in a cosmic union of philosophy and propriety in a supermarket, and every supermarket is super marked by their prescience and when you turn over a can of green beens and see that neon orange sticker that lovingly says 49¢ and you can see how it fits over the little ridges inscribed by some far off poet in a factory and how a nearer poet had stuck it there and accidentally torn a corner off so you slam the beens into the floor and see the blown up granny picture of vegetables injected with resin you realise
This is america, and the conversation is getting interesting
