When I lay down to sleep dream the Wishing Well
"Have you a new play for the brokendown theater?"
When I write in my notebook poem it rings
"Buster Keaton is under the brooklyn bridge on
When I unsheath my skin extend my cock toward
Tingaling"Please get him out of jail . . . the police are
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips, the phone on the
"Hello it's meI'm in the park two broads from Iowa . . .
When I muse at smoke crawling over the roof outside
purifying Eternity with my eye observation of grey
ring ring "Hello this is Esquire be a dear and finish
When I listen to radio presidents roaring on the
the phone also chimes in "rush up to Harlem with us
Always the telephone linked to all the hearts of the
crying my husband's gone my boyfriend's busted
won't you come over for money and please won't you
How are you dear can you come out to Easthampton we're
and I lay back on my pallet contemplating $50 phone
ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon ringing up
Excerpted from Poems of New York, edited by Elizabeth Schmidt. Poem copyright by Allen Ginsberg. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.