two odepoems

What else shall we say to you before we all die? If everything we feel could be said it would be beautiful. Why didnt we ever do this before? I guess the world seems so vast, its hard to find the right moment to forget all about this shit & wave hello from the other side of the earth. But there is certainly millions & millions of people waveing hello to you silently all over the windows, streets & movies. Its only life waveing to itself.

Love & Flowers
Peter Orlovsky, Allen Ginsberg
1961 Bombay
from a letter to Charlie Chaplin


I was drinking a smoothie
& walking in the rain today.
(wearing my galoshes throughout
an entire cloudday
which eventually opened up)
And I was thinking about everything
I said
heard
felt
remembered
And I thought about what it feels like
to hurt someone
because you were hurt by someone
(Or many someones)
And I realized that's what happened
And I remembered what it feels like
to be sorry
For all of it.

Love and Flowers.