Allen Ginsberg

Unless Chase Bank quits I prophesy blood violence

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually.

Many seek and never see,
anyone can tell them why.
O they weep and O they cry
and never take until they try
unless they try it in their sleep
and never some until they die.
I ask many, they ask me.
This is a great mystery.

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly.
God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas?
Are you my Angel?

All these books are published in Heaven.

No rest
without love,
No sleep
without dreams
of love -
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines
the final wish
is love.

America, why are your libraries full of tears?

No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance,

artificial trees, robot sofas,
Ignorant cars-
One Way Street to Heaven

Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets

Without even intending it, there is that little shiver of a moment in time preserved in the crystal cabinet of the mind. A little shiver of internal space. That's what I was looking for.