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Making The Lion For All It's Got -- A Ballad

I came home and found a lion in my room…

[First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175]

A lion met America

in the road

they stared at each other

two figures on the crossroads in the desert.

America screamed

The lion roared

by Allen Ginsberg

Nagasaki Days

I — A Pleasant Afternoon

for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup

One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau-

tauqua tent in Aurora

listening to Black spirituals, tapping their feet, appreciating

words singing by in mountain winds

on a pleasant sunny day of rest — the wild wind blew thru

blue Heavens

by Allen Ginsberg

Kraj Majales (King Of May)

And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and

lying policemen

and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the

Naked,

and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy

and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for

their own glamour

in the Future, in the Future, but now drink vodka and lament the Security

by Allen Ginsberg

Psalm IV

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:

It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem

having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake

on my lap

Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed on the living

Sun-flower

and heard a voice, it was Blake's, reciting in earthen measure:

the voice rose out of the page to my secret ear never heard before-

by Allen Ginsberg

Five AM

Elan that lifts me above the clouds

into pure space, timeless, yea eternal

Breath transmuted into words

Transmuted back to breath

in one hundred two hundred years

nearly Immortal, Sappho's 26 centuries

of cadenced breathing — beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,

chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires

by Allen Ginsberg

Transcription Of Organ Music

The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the

kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,

the closet door opened, because I used it before, it

kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.

I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening

to music, my misery, that's why I want to sing.

The room closed down on me, I expected the presence

of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and

by Allen Ginsberg

War Profit Litany

To Ezra Pound

These are the names of the companies that have made

money from this war

nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand

eighty Hebraic

These are the Corporations who have profited by merchan-

dising skinburning phosphorous or shells fragmented

to thousands of fleshpiercing needles

by Allen Ginsberg

Father Death Blues

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home

Hey poor man, you're all alone

Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

Father Death, Don't cry any more

Mama's there, underneath the floor

Brother Death, please mind the store

Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones

Old Uncle Death I hear your groans

by Allen Ginsberg

In Back Of The Real

railroad yard in San Jose

I wandered desolate

in front of a tank factory

and sat on a bench

near the switchman's shack.

A flower lay on the hay on

the asphalt highway

—the dread hay flower

by Allen Ginsberg

Death & Fame

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

by Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center

Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.

Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room — Thistles blossomed late afternoon.

Put on my shirt and took it off in the sun walking the path to lunch.

A dandelion seed floats above the marsh grass with the mosquitos.

At 4 A.M. the two middleaged men sleeping together holding hands.

In the half-light of dawn a few birds warble under the Pleiades.

Sky reddens behind fir trees, larks twitter, sparrows cheep cheep cheep

cheep cheep.

by Allen Ginsberg

Homework

Homage to Kenneth Koch

If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran

I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap,

scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in

the jungle,

I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico,

Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska,

Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly

by Allen Ginsberg