Half A Sonnet To Ginsberg


showing your new copy of Ginsberg to your father was

precisely what Ginsberg spoke of as

his gravest fear at being published; a mistake

father, reading till all the very end, pronouncing

the syllables rolled at the back of the bend

of queers, of sex and dope so lay

out there to lick lust lisp lick and play


Published in Issue 7, Summer 2013, Vayavya