Daniel Partlow Poems
Howl Allen Ginsberg
Howl Allen Ginsberg with Nebuchadnezzar’s
For this generation’s minds lie bleeding and ravished
in the streets of the libertine-philosophic
Your angel-headed hipsters of darkness marshalling
the hollow-eyed masses to their graves.
Israfel softly sings his damnable odes in the classroom
and o’er the air-waves.
Two hundred million saxes wail false laments
like the butchered-truths of the painter Francis Bacon
But when one prays at the altar of Damien Hirst
(or de Payens) just Who and what has been forsaken?
HORA NOVISSIMA, it is the final wicked hour, let us be watchful vigilemus.
See the high judge draws near – imminent is the arbiter supremus
Terminating evils, drawing near with a crown of justice coronate.
To liberate from anxiety, bestow the kingdom, and the righteous remunerate.
To remove from the troubled mind the heavy heinous Burden-Onuste
To fortify sobriety & temperance, to banish unrepentant evil, fair et juste.