#ginsbergian
I've no money
I've a bed
I have eaten
And now instead
I park
Knowing
Re-establishing whereabouts
Unknown
Isn't common to do
Yet, inside my visit
I am there too
It begins this deep
The bloom is warm rest, indoors
The time, fearful and abnorm
The others writing and saying
Haven't finished the clues
I've been praying
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
Beyond the sun
Resting in the hum
The people without water rest
Groups of cans
Groups of pans
And a bottle for a bath
The people gather to rest
Having trudged the miles fast
Beyond the sun comes cover
A night and a sign
Beneath the poverties stench
A skin erected just and fine
Resting in the hum
A dry mouth retreating from the heat
It knows no nightmares
It holds no grudge
For in the group of cans
The life will catch a meal
The life that started poor
The life splitting it's chore
Two in one hand stay the same
Passed down in literacy
Amongst the ****** band
One life lived by all
One crammed only tall
And by one corner a can
Remembered before the all
Against the bill of water
None enter a safe
Words having drawn
Once the bitter taste
So the all attempt defeat
And draw the hidden hush
Life once escaped
A markets forbidden dates
And wisdom was ready from on
To cry the dear mistake
Now once written
It all seems as fake
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC