a centenary of

Allen Ginsberg was put on this planet to speak

eternal truths in a sexy new radiance

that linger in these walls and echo to our souls

Today is the beginning of our studies

Politics are ever more blinding

He spoke of the all-seeing eye that dissolves AI

He sang the glory of William Blake in tunings of his own

His mind was encyclopedic recalling reams of verse

He sang his own instructions

how to see all beyond your nose

I was non-judgmental which he appreciated

I was both a father & son to him

He taught me a funny Theory of Idiots

He invested in me completely

I became part of his business of reality

I learned how to teach through generosity

A skill I used after his heart stopped

Allen is fully blossoming now

Much of his archives are digitized & available at Stanford University

his website is a vast holding of Ginsberg’s teachings

listen to his poems as they embody a world past and future

Allen left me alone in his home

which he tentacled on the phone from everywhere

We sent out his mail all the time and copied down

endless messages into a phone log

And what did I think?

I thought that I was the luckiest poet

And I have lived to see this day

when the center cannot hold

Allen understood that

If you’re feeling confused

 the Government’s in there for sure

His body was cremated

then buried in New Jersey

spread on the Mount of Olives

in Jerusalem

cast off Coney Island pier

mixed in concrete foundation in

Estes Park Rocky Mountain’s

 wayfarer shrine

Allen Ginsberg is more than a name

he is a force of query and a singer

of the love that results

Allen was one of a very few

sages born in our age

we might not yet be

wise but we are

able to inculcate

his breath of eternity