1599: The Green Automobile | Allen Ginsberg
"The Green Automobile"
Allen Ginsberg
If I had a Green Automobile
I'd go find my old companion
in his house on the Western ocean.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
I'd honk my horn at his manly gate,
inside his wife and three
children sprawl naked
on the living room floor.
He'd come running out
to my car full of heroic beer
and jump screaming at the wheel
for he is the greater driver.
We'd pilgrimage to the highest mount
of our earlier Rocky Mountain visions
laughing in each others arms,
delight surpassing the highest Rockies,
and after old agony, drunk with new years,
bounding toward the snowy horizon
blasting the dashboard with original bop
hot rod on the mountain
we'd batter up the cloudy highway
where angels of anxiety
careen through the trees
and scream out of the engine.
those moments/wide open when I know clearly/who I am, who you are, what we/do, a marigold, an oakleaf, a meteor
Allen Ginsberg
If I had a Green Automobile
I'd go find my old companion
in his house on the Western ocean.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
I'd honk my horn at his manly gate,
inside his wife and three
children sprawl naked
on the living room floor.
He'd come running out
to my car full of heroic beer
and jump screaming at the wheel
for he is the greater driver.
We'd pilgrimage to the highest mount
of our earlier Rocky Mountain visions
laughing in each others arms,
delight surpassing the highest Rockies,
and after old agony, drunk with new years,
bounding toward the snowy horizon
blasting the dashboard with original bop
hot rod on the mountain
we'd batter up the cloudy highway
where angels of anxiety
careen through the trees
and scream out of the engine.
those moments/wide open when I know clearly/who I am, who you are, what we/do, a marigold, an oakleaf, a meteor