For a new Father Time (to Allen Ginsberg, 1999)
Mark Bromberg
Dear Allen
I wonder what you would do
if you were here this new years eve
I'm happy to report
handsome boys still ride the crosstown bus
read poetry smile
at strangers who smile back
jazz plays in basement doorways
(Miles
Monk
Coltrane giant
steps)
streetlights bestow halos on panhandlers
businessmen are happy money's in the bank
America running jumping standing still
this last december week
of this last december year
end of the year decade century millennium
everyone seems poised on the brink
America's happy with itself pleased
to have made it (at last)
with hope (hopefully) too
but America never gets enough
America never gets enough hope
America never gets enough of anything
civil rights not enough rights
two world wars not enough wars
Newark Watts D.C. not enough of pain
Watergate not enough of politics
Dallas Memphis not enough saints
Iran/contra not enough money
Reagan/Bush not enough of sweet talk
nuclear winter not enough of bombs
White House sex not enough sex
Congress sex talk not enough sex talk
good drugs not enough good drugs
rock & roll not enough rock & roll
enough is never enough
in this American millennium
. . . .
Dear Allen
I'm proposing you the new Father Time
for this third millennium a thousand-year party
no more blackrob'd old man icon
no more ancient doddering fool
no more hourglass or crook'd scythe
in Prague 1965
you were King of the May
this should be a piece of cake
you in top hat stars & stripes
with harmonium at your side
bearded smiling (or serious too
in hornrimm'd glasses)
with a young man always there
ready to hoist yr pump organ
the new millennial hip Father Time
what d'you say
satisfaction guaranteed
or your millennium back
. . . .
Dear Allen
I wonder what yr doing this new years eve
must be some crazy scene
Jesus & Mohammed
Walt putting the moves on Neal
Jack and Gautama discussing the dharma
you rolling the joints
(finest gage at low low prices)
imagine the conversation
poetics transcendence
a love supreme ...
(pls tell Whitman we have the same
birthday May 31)
later no time for talk
party hats askew after serious drink
give Jack that bliss'd out sloppy blowjob
let Bill cop the immaculate fix
keep Neal away from the hydrogen jukebox
but let him drive the bus
most of all
give America the dope of hope
in this new year
new decade
new century
new millennium
give America the big hope blowjob
to last a thousand years
to last a thousand years
to last a thousand years
let it be enough
to last a thousand years
Let there finally be enough
enough America to get it right
enough time to get it right
enough love to get it right
enough hope to get it right
enough daylight to get it right
enough night