Howler Monkeys
(To Allen Ginsberg)

We are all
Howler
Monkeys

Descendents
Of the original
Howling

Allen's
Bastard
Children

Groping
In the Dark
For the short
Hairs

Licking
Unknown places
In search
Of answers

Wrapping
Long legs
Around
The openings
To deep spaces

Hoping
To fall
Into a trance
Of sweet
Oblivion

Longing
For a merging
Of the body
Heart
And soul

Inhaling
All possibilities
For an uninhibited
Road
To peace

But hesitating
At the crossroads...

For
one
last
look...

At hell