Allen

Allen you gave us so much and now you are nothing Three years gone and your words hang flaccid Unheard and unused Allen I'm sick as hell Your words fell on deaf hearts But managed to catch a dreamer or two Or a vagabond A stoner The artist Tell them to fuck themselves with their labels Allen, when will Amadou Diallo be avenged? I'm sorry I can't stop bothering you Allen we need you still Allen it's the year 2000 Thich Quang Duc still sits burning Two dollars and twenty-seven cents won't get you past the fine print Allen How shall we honor the 6 million Lhamo Dhondrub's in exile That draconian society has stole from them They have stolen from us They've smashed the youth Under tanks and TV crews All we did was watch Allen the Bronx 4 walk free We heard you died early in the morning And Burroughs died in Kansas Of a broken heart His other half before him Allen I wish you could see the TV I wish you could hear the commercials I wish I could hear you Allen, when will it matter Them Russians, Them Russians, Them Russians Are listening to you right now And waiting for Red Mac’s And driving shinny Red Fords Allen We don't say Nigger anymore But we're not afraid to call you Faggot Allen when will I be ready for Your Gay parades Allen the corporate world is serious And They are mad at me Because I'm still talking about you And still talking to you And it occurs to me That you are America And I'm talking to myself again Allen why did you not spell it out? Why didn't you give me more? Allen I need you still And we still need you Allen Ginsberg America misses you And all the hills echoed And all the hills echoed And all the hills echoed And all the hills echoed Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 07:50 AM PST   17 • 0 • 9