Posts Tagged ‘Burroughs’

ginsberg

Hey Ginsberg
Imagine if you came to Perth Poetry Club
Would you eye the pretty boys?
Would you hit on SPM?
Give one of your prophetic gnostic readings
Play your harmonium for us and do Father Death and the Ballad of the Skeletons
Have a joint with the boys out the back of the Salvation Army building?
Great teacher, Boddhisatva, beat progenitor
Sometimes I think of you hanging out with Kerouac, Burroughs and Cassady
Digging sky-flecked psychosexual kicks
Drinking red wine and pretending to be a bum
When the world seemed like a wild trip of jazz-flavoured psychedelia
And you made it beautiful

syringe
I want to be Kurt Cobain
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be Lou Reed
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be Nick Cave
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be William S. Burroughs
But I’m not into young boys
And I don’t have the veins for it
But sometimes I weaken
Even though I don’t have the veins for it
And get someone to hit the one vein I can find in my hand
Which is sometimes hard to hit as it’s so shallow
But when it works
Blood plumes in the hypodermic
And the stopper is pushed down
And brain begins to vibrate and oscillate
It sometimes seems worthwhile
If the gear is good
Then I feel like Michael Dransfield
Even though I don’t have the veins for it