better 'n me
get the meanings
            of meditation,
or the rambling deep cloyed words
of Kerouac,
   and when reading Silverstein
the rain I hope gets into your head when you
look up, I tried and I am dry,
Or Charles' interloping between violent him
and all his prose, sweetly dissolved in angst.
All the raw wildness
of E. E. cummings and Emerson, Sir walt I get
a quick glimpse at time , suppose
I understand.
Then if nadda else,
i hope you unnerstand that einstein dude
and his E=MC 2 sounds to me like a rap group/