ginsberg

this morning i sat on the train
while sitting, i watched men in yellow outfits
hired by the government
burn piles and piles of garbage
while sitting, i listened to allen ginsberg read "america"
somebody else was blasting techno music
from their handheld technological music device
i listened and the suburbs went by out the window
garbage, grafitti, half-dead buildings push the ugliness away from the center keep cholesterol away from the heart.
i mental-blocked-out the techno
as it was, ginsberg was a private visitor
all-access pass
welcome to my neurons.
ginsberg says: america i still haven't told you what you did to uncle max after he came home from russia.
i get the feeling from ginsberg that america puts its shoes on first and its socks on second.