A Poem A Day


A Supermarket in California (An excerpt) by Allen Ginsberg What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I  walked down  the side streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the Neon fruit  supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! … Continue reading A Poem A Day