for Allen Ginsberg 92nd birthday: Allen, let’s fix America

we are having a revolution: a marketing revolution.
we are still in the wine roses goat and sesame seed phase
of the revolution with a meat body full of unopened taste buds
waiting for the unborn entrepreneurs to open new fragrances
to palates that won’t die until we’ve tasted them. Our revolution
will not stop for dead anybody because as the endorphin receptors
multiply there needs to be a lot more cinema and monsters
sliced thin in our glass cages diddling Echo and maybe Eros.
Any time now art is just going to land inside and let us out.
Flesh runs a smooth outfit here in the big city brain.
I’m here for altruistic reasons so deliciously selfish
I scream from when I wake up until my credit card expires