I think that Allen Ginsberg was some kid like me.
I may admire him in a light that would compliment his writing.
His words are bent in a way that relate,
I truly don’t think he hates everything.
The dying light for a spectacle, a timeless artist…
Poe, Shakespeare, Wilde,
Seen through the lens of many as a druggie like Williams,
a bum like Jack,
I watch the show of words in greatness.
In neoclassical genius.
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