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HUMORESQUE For Allen Ginsberg I’m thinking about poetry a lot these days strange intoxicant blindly spinning top how wonderful to walk through Times Square —your home now owned by Mickey Mouse— & watch the merchants’ verses fly through the sky —nobody wants this useless toy— a shallow brain’s faint praise stares at your eyes but there’s so much more than skinny horny hips shaking at the shiny night’s joyful pricks & soggy tongues three-quarters of a million sold the world’s gone mad! & the poem passes quicker than lust 69 ...

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