to all the holy ones that line my jacket with your fur
to the summer rain in the fern covered forest
to the crazy beats who died before the resurrection
to the moondog who barks out wisdom on marble
to the whore on 42nd street who makes with the cum
to the ones who never make it and just fade away
to the donkey show in tijuana for all the hard work
to the clown with the old head of lettuce in the circus
to the people who put on put over put in and pull out
to the racks of garlic bread at antonios in brooklyn
to the junkies on the corner of lincoln in chinatown
to the purple riders of the broken dawn out west
to the freaks who don't give a shit and never will
to my fifth grade teacher in 1963 who sucked me off
to the sacred penis or legume that brings us joy
to the hipster and freak who live in the vanguard
to big brown nipples on huge d cup tits full of milk
to liverwurst pastrami and corn beef sandwiches
to blood that runs through you during a full moon
to a 1000 and one things at a time coming forth
to all the things that keep bein what they are now
to any old thing to me you he them it that or other
to the scared and the profane now hear this thanks