A supermarket in California

California 2014 Allen Ginsberg, “A supermarket in California” ( excerpts ) I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and…

I wanted to say something nice

about the people around me or at least the ghosts that haunt me-writing childlike rhymes is like writing on the wall in our room-this verses are like children holding hands-I never learned anything from school-except that when your knees bend it hurts-except that your knees are not plastic-not even soft not even hard-the Barbie dolls…