Allen Ginsberg Poems
|41.||Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters||1/3/2003|
|43.||An Eastern Ballad||1/3/2003|
|44.||Cia Dope Calypso||1/3/2003|
|45.||Haiku (Never Published)||1/13/2003|
|47.||Father Death Blues||1/3/2003|
|48.||A Supermarket In California||1/3/2003|
A Supermarket In California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the ...
Cia Dope Calypso
In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
Chiang Kai Shek's army ran away
They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday
Supported by the CIA
Pushing junk down Thailand way