Treasure Island

Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters


Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking
your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn.
I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus.
O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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