(To Allen Ginsberg)
We are all
Howler
Monkeys
Descendents
Of the original
Howling
Allen's
Bastard
Children
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