Read
out a poem from Ferrenghetti
This was before you'd even met me
Lost interest in iambic verse
While we were listening to Junkie Nurse
Silenced in parts by Gravity's Rainbow
Polemically you said it's a shame though
Ran out of stem in 93
Vineland made no impression on me
Beat girl, she belongs in the city
Beat girl, in two years she never kissed me
Beat girl, a well pressed Breton shirt
Beat girl, her ripostes sharp and curt
Fell out with Camus and Charles Bukowski
Learnt how to jive just to spite me
Said reading books was becoming trite
I realised that you were talking shite
From Henry James you seemed inured
And John Fante you just endured
Why's all your verse slipping away
Ginzberg thinks that you might be gay Beat girl, she returned
to the village
Beat girl, she's got into Steve Hillage
Beat girl, works part time in the park
Beat girl, and gets home before dark
Beat girl, is Zen now and then
Beat girl, has forgotten Auden
Beat girl, lonely girl, lovely smile
Beat girl, don't go now, stay a while
I love you, I loved you |
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