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#4796 - Wednesday, December 26, 2012 - Editor: Jerry Katz

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      #4796 - Wednesday, December 26, 2012 - Editor: Jerry Katz

      Haiku (Never Published) 
      by Allen Ginsberg
      Drinking my tea
      Without sugar-
      No difference.

      The sparrow shits
      upside down
      --ah! my brain & eggs

      Mayan head in a
      Pacific driftwood bole
      --Someday I'll live in N.Y.

      Looking over my shoulder
      my behind was covered
      with cherry blossoms.

      Winter Haiku
      I didn't know the names 
      of the flowers--now
      my garden is gone.

      I slapped the mosquito
      and missed.
      What made me do that?

      Reading haiku
      I am unhappy,
      longing for the Nameless.

      A frog floating 
      in the drugstore jar:
      summer rain on grey pavements.
      (after Shiki)

      On the porch
      in my shorts;
      auto lights in the rain.

      Another year
      has past-the world
      is no different.

      The first thing I looked for 
      in my old garden was
      The Cherry Tree.

      My old desk:
      the first thing I looked for
      in my house.

      My early journal:
      the first thing I found
      in my old desk.

      My mother's ghost:
      the first thing I found
      in the living room.

      I quit shaving
      but the eyes that glanced at me
      remained in the mirror.

      The madman 
      emerges from the movies:
      the street at lunchtime.

      Cities of boys
      are in their graves,
      and in this town...

      Lying on my side
      in the void:
      the breath in my nose.

      On the fifteenth floor
      the dog chews a bone-
      Screech of taxicabs.

      A hardon in New York,
      a boy
      in San Fransisco.

      The moon over the roof,
      worms in the garden.
      I rent this house.

      [Haiku composed in the backyard cottage at 1624
      Milvia Street, Berkeley 1955, while reading R.H. 
      Blyth's 4 volumes, "Haiku."]
      ~ ~ ~
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