Homeless Compleynt

American Poetry Review, The, Jul/Aug 1997 by Ginsberg, Allen

Pardon me buddy, i didn't mean to bug you

but I came from Vietnam

where I killed a lot of Vietnamese gentlemen

a few ladies too

and I couldn't stand the pain

and got a habit out of fear

I've gone through rehab and I'm clean

but I got no place to sleep

and I don't know what to

with myself right no

I'm sorry buddy, I didn't mean to bug you

but it's cold in the alley

my heart's sick alone

and I'm clean, but my life's a mess

Third Avenue

and E. Houston Street

on the corner traffic island under a red light

wiping your windshield with a dirty rag