Allen, Allen, Allen, I hold yr bible w/ much
a frightened smile, part
admiration part disgust -
all awe!

Allen, yr loving memory burns beside me in
Hellsinki nights on trains driven by
saxophone bop
Allen, I sometimes stumble on yr words as if they
were mean old women trying to sneak past
me in line for the ressurection! Erection!
Allen, such a holy homo you were! And is!
Will be!

-- I\'m eating yr sunflower reading yr Howling,
madness every day a day --

Allen, such a funny dancing ghost you have
become on the streets of NY!
Allen, fixed in time a sculpture dressed in
flowers!
Allen, painted blue by Krishnas holy brush!
Allen, this one last trip lasts forever!