Oh to recapture the golden summer
I met Allen Ginsberg! That tireless man! – he had
within minutes, produced
a whole box of photographs of himself, all shaggy
and naked, in bed
with a blond admirer. Had
he taken these pictures himself? I inquired, marvelling
at their composition … he had!

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