always write to you, i'll
write of you
dream for you
and you here
and we're gone
not there, not far
in the green automobile
scattered papers in a shoebox
and spine-broke notebooks
and we'll trade copies of
the essential ginsberg
[excerpt from sunflower sutra; allen ginsberg, 1955]
[on burroughs' work; ginsy, 1954, pictured with sketches of vanny; me, now]
[excerpt from the green automobile; ginsy, 1953]