fourth floor, dawn, up all night writing letters

ďPigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the cityís blue-gray clouds. Larry rivers
Ďll come at 10 A.M. and take my picture. Iím taking
your pictures, pigeons. Iím writing you down, dawn.
Iím immortalizing your exhaust, avenue a bus.
o thought, now youíll have to think the same thing forever!Ē
- allen ginsberg

2004-10-22 | 11:19 a.m.
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