John Giorno Poems

An unemployed
machinist
An unemployed machinist
who travelled
...

On a day when
you're walking
down the street
and you see
a hearse
...

Life is lots of presents,
and every single day you get
a big bunch of gifts
under a sparkling pine tree
...

William died on August 2, 1997, Saturday at 6:01 in the
afternoon from complications from a massive heart attack
he'd had the day before. He was 83 years old. I was with
William Burroughs when he died, and it was one of the best
times I ever had with him.
...

There was a bad
tree
a bad tree,
that people
hated.
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I want to give my thanks to everyone for everything,
and as a token of my appreciation,
I want to offer back to you all my good and bad habits
as magnificent priceless jewels,
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