Where is Alan Ginsberg?
I Fear a multitude of minds wallowing in their ineptitude and madness,
who wish to build a wall of isolationism. Who do not realize who provides
the bread for them to butter, picks their crops, or cleans their toilets. Fat and bloated
waving their 44 ounce convenience store cups;
waving their stars and bars, vehemently holding their god hates fags
signs and their burning crosses; putting words in our founding fathers
mouths; rewriting our history books promoting only a god who
tortured Galileo, denying History that shouts its warnings to deaf ears,
warning of its repetition when ruled by the proudly ignorant.
I fear the 21stcentury minds putting dinosaurs on Noah’s ark;
future fascist leaders providing us with our convenient common enemy;
telling us what to think and believe; giving us the means to the absolute selfie
we desperately seek for our fifteen minutes
though we’ve long forgotten who Andy Warhol was, or what he warned of.
I fear we’ve forgotten you Allen Ginsberg…
among many other things.