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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
        Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother
        96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-
        in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters
        their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche,
        there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting
        America, Satchitananda Swami
Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche,
        Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms
Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau
        Roshis, Lama Tarchen --
Then, most important, lovers over half-century
Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich
young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each
        other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories
"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand
        day retreat --"
"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he
        loved me"
"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"
"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly
        arms round each other"
"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my
        skivvies would be on the floor"
"Japanese, always wanted take it up my *** with a master"
"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then
        sleep in his captain's bed."
"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"
"I was lonely never in bed **** with anyone before, he was so gentle my
        stomach
shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen ****** to hips-- "
"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth
        & fingers along my waist"
"He gave great head"
So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-
        gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997
and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"
"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."
"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender
        and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,
my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my *****,
        tickled with his tongue my behind"
"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged
        chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a
        pillow --"
Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear
"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his
        walk-up flat,
seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him
        again never wanted to... "
"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made
        sure I came first"
This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--
Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock
        star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-
        ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-
        peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger
        fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-
        harp pennywhistles & kazoos
Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India,
        Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman *****-
        chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty
        sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American
        provinces
Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-
        philes, *** liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either ***
"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved
        him anyway, true artist"
"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me
        from suicide hospitals"
"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my
        studio guest a week in Budapest"
Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"
"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "
"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas
        City"
"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"
"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"
"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized
        others like me out there"
Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures
Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-
        graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural
        historians come to witness the historic funeral
Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-
        hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers
Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased
who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive

                                                February 22, 1997
Cristian Jun 2015
when i sit and write
complex words
on simple paper

i can only think
of your sleepy eyes
or the rosy pink
of your naked thighs

truth is
that is not poetry
only memories
of the girl that left me
Semihten5  Dec 2021
anyway
Semihten5 Dec 2021
we are at the crossroads with sun
we are gling into the dark of night
every invitation is to a different place
we are always a passenger anyway
This self anointed,
     deluded, glorified aye
man master ba...
     ba...baiter by
sharing his muttering
     dogma hoops chai
Guru Dev to see
     reactions viewing dia

metric lee apposite
     stance of mine to Eli
ten divert precepts gleanined
     from this small fry,
(a secular humanist) this guy
welcomes reactions hie
hastened, viz occipal organs, I
bet sparked visually intrigued an

emotion perhaps vehemently can
not stand disparate
     atheist modality fan
sing their creed steeped Han
dully irreproachable immediately jan
gling with internal repugnance
     opposing as out lan
dish any non parochial

     bull leaf man
dating evolutionary
     tenets as abominable
     toward impious heresy
     impugning a pan
thee on of
     Doubting Thomas decrying
     “FAKE” ******* up tree men

     Das Creator, who essentially
     in this beastie
     boy mind pure ran
dum ness to cosmic
     phenomena yes, tan
tum mount to
     heretical (not tomb
     any generations gone by –
     way before Western Civilization
     predominate the capitalistic
     paradigm, an on
     set of mass urban
iz aye shu, who...blindly pre sip
     poe zed, an esse

     hen shul divine Van
Halen superstar deity
     unconditionally – wan
     ton lee selfless,
     nameless highness faultless
huss scent shawl lee
     dons role of passive ace
of spaces, heart of darkness

     diamonds eminent grise brace
sing mankind, whose
     docent spout morals
     from their sanctified dais
scorning the strong
     temptations that entice
snd the virtue
     endowed agaist surrendering

into the pitfalls of vice.          
No (bow wow byte) intent
     to postulate any absurd
claims, whereby
     a flock of seagulls
     among the mass
     at least one angry bird
perhaps **** sitter ring

     me in the whey
of some global
     proselytizing ambition ankh curd
in millenniums of
     devout where religious
     flavor of the era
     atempted to en gird
the spare scattered

     clusters of humanity
     whereby an un
     learened mortal heard
a “voice, ” no doubt
     this supposed “chosen”
     one so inured
to dirt poor existence,
     which visualization didst appear

attributed to utter
     exhaustion fatigued body clear
ready to collapse,
     when the e'er
the mind mind
     plays tricks gear
ring tubby the laughingstock.

— The End —