Allen G 1989
By 1989 Allen Ginsberg was a famous man.
I went to call
The door was open ..he, was in the kitchen
Making tea.....
....standing in his socks ..wet lips and beard
That lazy eye soft as a kitten
Looked at me..
Thanks for dropping by he smiled
I said... I asked myself because
You have never heard of me...and never will...
I am a woman from far away
...neither man nor gay
And therefore never can be part of
The Poet’s Swagger ..seen here everyday.
East Village is an urban sprawl
Where Orchard Square’s big apple never grew...
Close by is Orchard Street..
Where your fond memories of Naomi are..
Your poor demented mother
Who popped a song called Howl...!
They love you now..
King of Chant and Rant..
They flock to you they cling to you
And you are good to them
You make them tea....
Whilst telling them your place in history
Whitman ..Crane and Ginsberg
How arrogant is that !..well just a tad I say
Reminded once again of how...
The words of my kind ... fall unto the deaf
Our voices float somewhere... unheard
With Ginsberg .. I eat mangos and kiev..
I came of my accord without request
Because you have not heard of me
You never will ...you’re going to die
Before I am allowed to speak.
Kristine Byrne 12th September 2012