i wrote this after reading alot of ginsberg so here goes: All we do in life wanting waiting willing to accept the enevitable threw the subconsious of our being remains through all as a shape shape figures all around false figures shift the ground finding there the earth will tell for the secret of the universe is within these figures the figures of you of me of he of she this was now and forever begrudged by dust so what do you guys think? is it just another case of bad poetry or do you like?
