As Crazy as Allen Ginsberg
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Imagination is a bit too small
Inside my brain. I can’t imagine why
An Indian chef would ruin food, appal
It with green peas, or someone would defy
True poetry with Rap. I can’t conceive
Stupidity enough to want to sing
A County Western song when Wesleys weave
Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Their fugues of notes in music where a wing
Of Gabriel exists already. I
Suppose it can’t make any sense to sling
Some glaze on porcelain except as sly
Attacks on art when there is gracious Ming.
There’s craziness around me, much, much bad.
I think the world has gone completely mad.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | ME |