Ferlinghetti made spaghetti
he probably shared it with his dog
very democratic of him
I think he shared it with his dog
though my mom doesn’t think it’s real literature
but she kind of liked it anyway
and the dog ate it
very democratic of him
William S Burroughs, he made some churros
for his lunch, which he shared with the prostitute
on the 3rd floor balcony in a shit apartment in Mexico City
who sometimes sold drugs
or took drugs
or read horoscopes
and who might have smoked crack
with Jack Kerouac
come on man
Allen Ginsberg cooked a mean duck stuffed
with ginseng ginger juniper
dash of salt naked in the bowl
he’d say you have got to howl a bit as you eat it or the
seasonings
don’t blend right
duck
Owls and ducks are both birds but
you couldn’t prove it looking at them could you
Bukowski was sitting in front of that stove all morning
I don’t know what the fuck he made but
if you can’t stand the beat
stay out of the kitchen
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