Tribute Poem

A tribute to Allen Ginsberg.

Tribute to a Writer on the Same Dreadful Typewriter

Bookshelves of
dictionaries
classics
visionaries.
Poets of probably tomorrow
now we will allow them
to bow in admiration
before those writers
in their underrated glory.

Cardboard boxes of
useless dictionaries
stolen library classics
ignorant visionaries.
Poets of everyday alcoholism
never will the schisms
of a lord risen
or a void forgiven
be in such overrated glory.

Let us police our blockbusters
and raid the
porno
blood
in-case-you-didn’t-know.
Screen-writers of any day but today
always will we find pleasure
in Hollywood’s treasured
minds of nowheres
all ground up in concrete.

Classrooms of
nobles
peasants
rebels.
Learners of maybe yesterday
but probably not
we will unite in the fury
determined to protect prayer and crucifixes
while curriculum consists of shit on a page.

Factories of
convicts
mutes
derelicts.
Geniuses fucked on a daily basis
our taxes are paying for
their trauma desolate and vague
nurses and doctors responsible
for the AIDS epidemic in America.

Families of
mis-loves
incompetents
lovers of fuck.
Children raised for eternity
now are irrelevant
because now is irrelevant;
now is what those capitalists
are praying for
not the future.

Socialism is not scene.