shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dennis J Bernstein

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In a bedroom with Allen Ginsberg across the street
from the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics,
circa 1979

right up front I told him
I wasn't gay, but I wanted to fuck
his knowledge, take his full mind
in my mouth, up my ass, in any orifice.
He winked and we held hands;
No need to hump, he howled;
How about a walk through Kerouac's eyes.
Too young to know
what god looked like,
I turned on my tape recorder
and tried to record Allen's smile.
Silence filled my tape for hours:
The walls started rhyming with the moon—