With death comes rebirth, and like all lovers and sad people, I am a
poet. – Spoken by Allen Ginsberg in the film Kill Your Darlings
Wrap me in your 20 bar concerto,
o wondrous one, o being fuelled
by musky nights and caffeine
and nicotine and smoked lips.
Nitrous, oxidised, trip through
sliced palms and Hudson river
beds and disagreement, and photographs.
O Kammerer, thy long
forgotten affidavit of 1944.
Envisage me in your escapades
o artist, o measurer of time
with each cigarette, each ashen whisper.