For
Allen Ginsberg
There is an odd
cache to having a
sandwich in one's bag, rustling
with the pens and paper and a
banana, too.
At any time one may pull out a
sandwich and make the blood sugar
more even and pull things into keel.
Perhaps if they had packed some sandwiches
the best minds of your generation
would not have been
destroyed by madness,
starving,
hysterical,
naked.
© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil |
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