Nail your dreams
To the Wall of Sound
Let
Fingers hovering like hummingbirds
On the keys.
Of a piano
Put a rhythm in the Tiffany Glass Hearts
Of Bankers
Trading shares & kisses between the Blue lit evil stares and sequins
of the cop- hating illicit prophets looking down from Disney Heaven
laughing as Diva’s voices stretch like Chewing Gum along Fifth Avenue and vomit into Central Park laughing
Past hookers and ‘cruisers’ in sweet leathers and barbed thongs
screwing Angels against fire hydrants and gilded Bagel Stalls
The raw voices & skins of exotic fruits peel away with Puerto Rican lovers in bars where lame gamblers bet with broken kisses and fingers sticky & flame with Sin & Desire (Mad twins!)dripping & dying before dope- eyed Sunrises in Alleyways as crooked as a Judge’s execution finger points After a bad day in Pink Court cells were queers grope petals softer than the lips of Cherubs.
The howling breasts topple the wind and Angels jostle the Street Maidens & Cockroaches lick Mambo Queens as the NY lights grow stale & putrid Harlem Blue saxophonists package poems in newspaper with fish heads,dice and billionaires cigar stubs.. And baseball cards make me horny and perspiring like a Spring downpour in Central Park.Skyscraper sweat floods the junkie basements and washes away the prayers of Black Demons and Politicians crazed by Benzedrine and the sweet elixir of Lexington heroin embraces
The love of Waitresses and Sailors
Spin ticker tape words for a confession backwards for the blind acrobats
As neon shines down on poets and
Rabbis – Priests turn the pages of a burning Bible as rosaries click jazz
fingers for the ghost of Bud and Bird
Painters in cold lofts dream of Tangier Paris The Big Sur where the sun’s heat cracks their head open and fries the imagination – and the East River smuggles damp and decay into your heart and longshoremen reciting Shelly swoon in the East River mist
You can handcuff me to all the lovers of past and present as they leap from my bed singing songs of Gospel Salvation and Transatlantic Pain&Madness rebounds on the subway home in the Bronx a mother prepares Shabbat for all us European dispossessed Souls
Bill Burroughs plays William Tell
with poet wives and brandishes a gun on a fire escape where Aliens eat the occupants of tenements and Doss House castles- leprous Hotels where the Circus of Needle Games keeps the dogs and children howling all night never escape the City then crown me with Pacific waves and Miami palms
Kiss me insanely before a Hollywood Moon crash- lands on the roadway.And Gasoline Transfusions send us flying down the freeway past cancerous Motels where lovers fuck in the arms of rats and silk bridesmaids from Hell. No Salvation.No Holy Light to save US- A.
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Malcolm Paul
To mark the 100th Centenary of the birth of Allen Ginsberg.
Photos Diane Arbus
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