Love Poems for Allen Ginsberg
by Ricardo Corvalan
Today I will write little I have no choice
As later I will
Have to splash
in the warm
Water of my bath
And think of things to say
Of how I came to end up
Down the Alley
Of intensive Care
Waiting to be raped
By the eager catheter
Or the whipping ropes
Of stomach pumps
Of how I came to be
On a moonlit beach
With blue sirens blaring
Out their song
Like crazy seagulls
Of how I came to be
Sated on drunken Clonazepam
Who had blue eyes
And knew the man
Who fucked Propranalol
Of how I came to be
On a moon lit beach
With blue sirens blaring out their song
Like seagulls on jazz
And me lying there
With a sax and a tune in my head
Writing love poems of blue eyed boys
For you my howling Ginsberg
