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Porch Scribbles

By photofish
 

I've been reading Allen Ginsberg's work from his book "White Shroud: Poems 1980-1985" over and over these last couple days. This one really struck me. You have to read it start to finish to get the effect Ginsberg intended.

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Porch Scribbles


Balmy, hotter outside than in the living room--
Wind rustles the rattlesnake reeds.
Didja see the Perseus star shower last night?
* * *
Bright on Flatirons, sunshine gleams
on clouds, on brown shake shingles,
tree limbs rock,
So bright on the car roof, I gotta sleep--
* * *
I want that brick house on Mapleton,
it's for sale "Moore Real Estate"--
But price too high,
I'm too drowsy to go to the telephone.
* * *
Clouds float up from the end of the world--
Have we enough room for population explosion?
Call up Gary, let's find out what he thinks.
July 11, 1980


That tree stands higher than a house
like a dog with hair drooping over it's mouth--
green long beanpods hang from its branches
* * *
It's a whale that big gray-bottom cloud floating
over the Flatirons, it's a mushroom, a shipcastle, a
mountain with sunshine and Coasts--
It's a pile of mist.
* * *
Look up, clouds in the sky,
suddenly their shadows fall where Mrs. Hurst
on Mapleton Street sprays her front lawn.
* * *
Midsummer, green leaves thick on maples
The front yard, white flowers--
Cause it's just so beautiful now!
How sad, to be alive watching the season at its height--
* * *
Spray the lawn, it's too hot--
Street children call, car radios play muted disco
Gray clouds umbrella brilliant sun
I used to be young once, bewildered
like that barechested little
girl across the street.
* * *
Where I sit, leg over my knee
listening to the whippoorwill call of a distant ambulance,
the thin tree's little leaves startle and jump,
raindrops fall thicker & the smell of ozone
wafts across the porch.
* * *
Everyone loves the rain, except those caught in their
business suits,
birds whistle, tree leaves shake excited, electric smells
rise across the City to the watchers on the balcony--
August 2, 1980


Did the Ecologist chop his girl with an ax in Philidelphia
& hide her corpse a year in the trunk?
What does that red-haired boy half naked on the sidewalk
with his Frisbee think of that?
Boulder, August 3, 1980

 
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