More Than Just Words Poem by Chase Gagnon

-For Allen Ginsberg-

Sing me to sleep Allen
with your father death blues.
I've cradled myself in your voice
which is a beautiful ghost
haunting the darkest hallways of my mind.
I think I'm bi for you,
or maybe you're just my best friend tonight
regardless, I love you.
I want to fall asleep on top of your grave
under the starless New Jersey sky
with my head on the grass listening for a whisper
from your gorgeous, empty skull.
You are the codeine to my muse
and the bearded saint in the stained glass cathedral
of my holy mind...
I'm an innocent alter boy there
and I want you to be the priest.

Today was a terrible day
so please lay with me while I read your book.
I smell you in the pages
and picture my head resting on your hairy chest.
Your awakening poems are my bedtime story —
I imagine you reading them to me, naked,
and spooning my thigh as smoke curls from your mouth...
I'm so shy.

I wonder if you can hear me when I talk to you
I know I'm not just talking to the sky.
Your lullaby of lucid literature is too surreal
for this not to be real.
I feel you burning inside me tonight...