My first act of graduate education
Was getting naked with Allen Ginsberg
In a bathhouse on Toulouse Street
Deep in the French Quarter jazz
Down in New Orleans
There was no end to the skin I shed
After the clothes after the masks
Down with the wine high with the herb
Altered states one sure way to deconstruct
Nixon's Dixie damnation
We sat centered on a circular waterbed
All around us whirling like an ascension
William Blake inspired copulating bodies
Naked like us red lit and happy
Maybe mindless but fucking bliss
How many dark empty predawn streets
Did I amble intoxicated with Zen
Nothingness when Allen left when
The poets departed and I slept again
With Aristotle faithful and rational
Allen's rhythm enlightened me
Chanted me through Lisa Jan Roger Al
Who loved my showered hands
Past Humpty Dumpty's fatal fall
Until a sublime finger reached up into my hip
Heart
Jack 10/28/11
Jack 10/28/11
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