Allen Ginsberg once
disappeared.
He slid out into the world and
slummed around for a
while.
He played Siddhartha.
He sucked in evil.
He consumed the darkness.
And when he came back, he
regurgitated it in
poetry form.
He'd seen the best minds of his
generation destroyed by madness -
Starving hysterical naked -
He'd seen it all.
And he related it all
back, again.
And his verdict?
The final word?
Cynicism. Bitterness.
America I've given you all and
now I'm nothing.