for peter orlovsky in the sky

[billy]

here's my house ducked into a room,
i look around: there's my chair,
and my computer is buzzing with joy:
on the screen is a model me,
with emo and a flash, and i look over
the exposure of my integrate: it's all
here with me.

white walls, white white-out in my
artic brain, so many open spaces
to build an igloo.

over there is my chair and there's clothes
on it and on the floor -- everything wants
to lay down with everything, and there's
happy piles of clothes all over. my bed
is all sleeping bagged up with thick a-plastic
fuzzy, and i'm so warm at night.

my camera's on that table,
and the table's on its legs and covering
some books and floor. my camera is my friend,
so today i'll protect him from gray cold clouds,
and sit and watch it keep warm: i do not
exploit my friends.

on the bike, in my room, over there,
is more clothes, cause it's winter
and more clothes go on than what i need
inside, and there's an underwear
on the handlebars -- should i rub my hand
on them or rub them on my face??? i do
not know, cause it's too happy to see
so much of someone else at all. who's
hunders har these at hall?? who's table,
whose bike, whose recherche' du temps,
trouve' ??

i drink my cup empty, and flinger down
on the keys and this is what comes.

so, petre, what was what you gave to allen,
which didn't make him turn you into a shooting star??

and, nathan, how did i fail to light brooklyn batteries
of incanduction, that day in the desert inside that seam?


...

i get the poverty connection between the writer and orlovsky.
i get the emo and the sharing. but apart from that and the reference to petre and ginsberg and brooklyn where orlovsy ws brought up i'm struggling to find the poem relate to orlovsky in a deeper way. i get the camera and the white (which i presume is reference to when he was a hospital worker) i'm not too well up on orlovsy so have no idea who nathan is unless keroucs first name was nathan i presume nathan was your ginsberg. and you were his orlovsky?
now to the poem itself.

the penultimate line i really like. though would have liked to have seen a recognisable name in there. my fault if he's know for not knowing who it is but that how it is, i don't know it.

first off i like it. it's original For me the topic could be more concise most who read it won't have a clue who orlovsky was. the french was lost a bit.
on me as i think it would be on many. i like the way you animate the camera. which also ties the piece in with orlovsy. (strike the part where i said only a couple of things tie in with him) but i still think this poem would be just a nice poem to many readers. which is good in itself but not enough if you're trying to convey a definite article.

i think it's a little too prose. but nothing two minutes wouldn't sort.

i wish i could write like this. nicely done.