From my book, "4:3 Days in 16:9", which is available on amazon.
Allen, baby
You weren't jaded
She got that wrong
If anything
You followed your bliss nearly to the point of blindness
Trying to remain spiritual and humanistic
In spite of the normal nonsense
Perpetrated by those
Trying to keep it real
All you wanted to do was write poems
And live with peter
While pursuing some version of yourself
That was always open to re-interpretation
Living in the world
But not of it
Where any hep cat knows
The sugar caves
Will always collapse on you
