Let's go somewhere quiet, like the bus station

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY jen_boo! I'm always late, bah! I know the calendar year didn't start off so well for you, but I hope the year that started with this birthing day goes much better, and brings you success and happiness and many many piggy kisses. You are too terribly sweet for words and I wish you so much goodness. <3

Last night I played a variety of card-themed games with cecilmcgrlybts and wife and some people, and I did not horribly lose all of them. That was nice. This morning I found out I've lost both my regular set of house keys and my bus pass, which is not so nice, moreso the bus pass part because it costs $2 to ride one way without it! Boo.

So people have been talking up the whole "April is National Poetry Month" and posting poems, and I was kind of bummed because I wanted to play too, but I already posted my two favorites in February. Luckily! Prompted suddenly by MST3K, I remembered a third poem I adore. And I know it's a cop-out because uhh... it's only hugely famous and whatever and outstanding, but. It makes me want to run. It makes me want things.

And it's long. Very very long.

HOWL - by Allen Ginsberg

For Carl Solomon

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( I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, )