It’s where?
Oh poop.
My father was a beatnik and I grew up with the works of Ferlinghetti and a host of other interesting authors from that time period. I’ve been watching and hoping that LF would make it to 100. Salute!
Talentless po-mo bilge. William Carlos Williams without the chickens or the wheelbarrow.
“I Am Waiting” ... on tables, which is what I’m suited for.
I sent a poem to The Atlantic Magazine when they were going through their animals going to the bathroom in the woods phase.
I saw the deer
The deer saw me
I took a crap
The deer took a pee.
They said that the deer needed to be homosexual.
I told them I don’t write about buggering bucks.
Anyway.
I wrote a poem for San Francisco.
I saw a bum
The bum saw me
I took a crap
The bum took a pee
They want to set it to music and make it Gavin Newsom’s campaign song.
I had a big plate of Ferlinghetti for dinner last night.
Gave me gas.
I always enjoyed his poem “Dog”.