Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
murders” … “I’m chasing a story”
I’m not going to eat meat anymore
I’m taking refuge in the Buddha Dharma Sangha
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
who how satisfying in the ocean night
as the exit of laughing gas,
or the thrice-real moment of hashish
or the “ordering men about, playing god,
without drugs”
american husbands in sportshirts with clear,
bright eyes and legs spread in
the velocipedomotor bripping
on holiday from US Army Saigon
streets hotels I hitched
get polite when you’se a hiker
“I going to take both sides”
You have no right being a Hitler repeating that
Abhaya mudra reassurance
Palm out flat, patting the airhide
of earth—
Nothing but a false Buddha afraid of
my own annihilation, Leroi Moi—
afraid to fail you yet terror those Men
their tiger pictures and uniforms
dream to see that Kerouac tiger too—
Helikopter to— Sh, spies with telescopes
for seeing the bullets that shoot—
Leroi I been done you wrong
I’m just an old Uncle Tom in disguise all along
afraid of physical tanks.
and those buzzing headphones in my skull.
and many a butterfly committed suicide
its wings to the motheaten flame—
Agh! I vomited in fear of the forest of ganja meats—
Eternal Death silliness—Cowards die many times
Not even afraid to be a Coward—Ashamed only by
metal voices declaring war on Darkness
I seen plenty corpses but not them living wound-flowers
healing split open “mouths” as you see the
War Correspondent who wanted to Bash China
Even I wound up with his Titoist anxieties
Whatever happened to Jeannie Frigididia
Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy
radio 20 years behind Cambodia
Sounds like love is so sweet springtime
all in my head going down worried
about changing 100 Reales of meat
Whatever you think happened to
Jeannie Frigididia?
Whatyathink happen to the Frigididy girl?
You think she’ll be in the Ille Frigididy news?
Is the Frigididy Universe gonna be awakened?
Is Leary my laughter?
Plus ca change tonight from 6 P.M.
wet handed by meat sex
drank tea, drank carrot-potato thin soup
bread cheese coffee peas pies coffee
pineapple soda
walked on the rainy. run out of ink
market
To write a letter to President Norodom Sihanouk
to live in the flower-jazz palace at Phnom Penh
Kingly neutrality enter China for U.P
from Hong Kong
write to Eisenhower, politely inquiring
get China off the hook
war of races not Marxism in
Viet Nam Pres. Diem’s Queer picture
—a spy in the chinese soup
on the restaurant bench—I being also a
spy for the Left Consuling
“Geez that’s a great job yr doing fellers
keep it up”
I wish I could fly o’er the leaves of the jungle and not
get killed see the bamboo stakes
piercing the foot of the beefy Marine?
or the bodies Viet Cong piled on the tank
Vietnamese bosses at Ap Bac battle lost whodunit?
President’s messages back and forth in French and Charming
Ike give OK retreat from pregnant belly
of S.E. Asia,
Antichinese riots Indonesia—out of the papers—
not seen Newsweek a week or the Times
Monsoon riding thru the forest gate faces
Creepers silence on Ta-Phrom temple halls
narrow stone walk under sleeping trees—
rain on Ta-Keo pyramid—perfect faces
smiling ladies’ fiery headdresses in Thommanom
till passing the soda stand in forest arbor
ganja cigarette rolled in Terrasse Superieur
rooftower by Ikon
of Buddha touching Earth
the burnt out incense sticks in the tipped can
I straightened and shoes off bowed
As I rode thru the forest Hari Hindoo and Lord of Mercy
