Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
gone gone gone
Sunk in Baiae’s Bay
yes it’s gone gone gone
wallet and all you say
gone gone gone
so you can waive your pay
yes it’s gone gone gone
gone last Saturday
yes it’s gone gone gone
tomorrow’s another day
gone gone gone
bald & old & gay
gone gone gone
turned old and gray
yes it’s gone gone gone
whitebeard & cold
yes it’s gone gone gone
cashmere scarf & gold
yes it’s gone gone gone
warp & woof & wold
yes it’s gone gone gone
gone far far away
to the home of the brave
down into the grave
yes it’s gone gone gone
moon beneath the wave
yes it’s gone gone gone
so I end this song
yes this song is gone
gone to kick the gong
yes it’s gone gone gone
No more right & wrong
yes it’s gone gone gone
gone gone away
November 10, 1996
Reverse the rain of Terror …
Reverse the rain of Terror on street consciousness U.S.A.
Death Penalty! Electric Chair! A roomsful of poison gas! Lethal injections! Mortal Hanging! Beheading the Idiot killer!
Dogs slaver over airport luggage! Suitcase bottoms caked with hash! Strip search the sick opium addict, medicine’s up his anus in a finger stall
arriving from legal India, cozy England, lax Morocco, face 12 billion Dollars worth of cops
Sniffing bodies for illegal medicine! Vomiting in a stone cell, abdominal convulsions, muscle spasms thigh & foot, sleepless cold-turkey torture—
Puerto Rican kid needs a doctor, young black man needs his girlfriend’s fix, white boy didn’t know his habit was immortal!
The octogenarian schmecker’s liver & kidneys failed, wants a deathbed shot of M
Half mad lady on the street had a fight with her daughter the whore!
The old boy lies on the sidewalk hands dirty red faced in his own saliva.
The delicate youth’s in his halfway house a decade, thorazine eyes glazed over
His brother’s Christmas card arrives at Binghampton State Hospital!
The elder hides in a furnished room drinks wine delivers newspapers, didn’t wanna work on the neutron bomb!
The salesman’s product went off the market, recycling coke bottles he cries at kitchen tables blaming Jews
An auto worker shoveling snow curses six African-Americans mugged him twenty years ago—
A black man walked the street with his B.A. pager, clubbed down giving lip to a cop car
The young fruit dies body with sores he challenged the Senate on the plague.
The homeless jewish guitarist sings on the 14th Street’s L Train Subway platform, blows harmonica, taps tambourine with one foot, with another drums
then back to his graybeard cocksucker’s apartment fries eggs
Streetcorner boys and girlfriends hang round the butcher shop corner, “Smoke smoke?”
Rocky Flats engineers tear their hair, Plutonium waste’ll outlast an otherworldly God
December 1996
Sending Message
They are sending a message to the youth of America
Smoking medical marijuana’s all right
They’re sending a message in cartoon saloons hard-ass blokes look like camels smoke Camels at the bar, 5 year olds love it,
To the youth of America they’re sending a message
CIA no official connections to Contra coke dealers in New York Times Washington Post expert crackheads send same messages to adolescent Senior citizen crackhead readers
They’re sending a message to American youth, African youth can starve to death we can’t care
too much money, far over the Atlantic, our boys’ll never die, politically unpopular, they’ll become dependent, it won’t fly
They’re sending message by Bronco, Honda, 4 by 4, cinema MG, Land Rover & half million gas stations
youth of this nation fossil fuel’s neat, hella cool, admirable dope really rad, as if—what valley girls think when their fathers drive them to Highschool—
They’re sending the message to Saturn, American Democracy works over the globe, spin that round your rings
To Chinese youth, eat like us, we do flesh & fries,
Don’t sleep on streets, dangerous off-duty death-squad police send this message to Brazilian kiddies
Someone sent naked pretty boys on FCC Internet, Don’t!
No Forbidden Planet Swedish sex? Got the message pretty girls?
Got the message clean old men? Michelangelo got the message? Da Vinci got it? Phidias, Socrates, Shakespeare, J. Edgar Hoover at the Plaza, Cardinal Francis Spellman on Roy Cohn’s yacht, Senator Jesse Helms in your gut, duh
got the message teeny-weenies? They’re sending a message right below your belly button.
A message to the youth of America, “Diminished expectations,” they’s too many people,
native gooks work cheaper, rich get richer, North hemispheric whites live longer, Black high-blood pressure rules Kentucky Fried Chicken
Across the highway from Arbie’s Barbecue Palace, Roy Rogers’ Horsechops, or McDonalds Amazon Treeburgers
you heard about on Television serves the message Eat your meat
or beat your meat, safe sex with ketchup, Whatever
The message now’s pay 4 trillion dollars debt Reagan pissed away on Military,
promised before you born, sit in school waterclosets study yr Latin
They’re sending youth a message look at TV football baseball hypnotic soccer basketball sports, sport!
General Rios-Montt & Pat Robertson sent a message to Guatemalan Indians
so 200,000 dropped dead with delight at sight of Christ’s military
pistol machete machinegun baseball bat & Inerrant Bible
700 Club’s Antichrist sends U.S. youth this message Despise the poor & piss on liberal Jesus
The message is Compassion’ll cause a Wall Street crash
& Networks send me messages Shut the fuck up.
December 3, 1996, 4:30 A.M.
New York City
No! No! It’s Not the End
No! No!
Not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of
Civilization
Blast of industrial
Gas in Bhopal
No! No! Not the end of
Civilization
Dropt one bomb
killed one
