Daniel Partlow Poems
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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?
There was a rich man
clothed in purple linen.
Who fared sumptuously daily
and had many women.
And there was a certain beggar named
Lazarus which laid at his gate full of sores.
But the rich man was deaf to his
beseeches and implores.