Hey Allen Ginsberg Where Have You Gone and What Would You Think of My Drugs?

listen, a bad thing happened to my friend’s marriage, can’t tell you only can tell my own story which so far isn’t so bad: “Dad” and I stay married. so far. so good. so so. But it felt undoable. This lucky life every day, every day. every, day. (all the poetry books the goddamn same until one guy gets up and stuns the audience.) Joe Wenderoth, not by a long shot sober, says,I promised my wife I wouldn’t fuck anyone