for peter orlovsky in the sky

[mikebauer]

read it for 'tone' -- it's not a story: a poem is never a story, it's a picture of the author's brain function. you've got the pieces in this, now just trip them all together for a little walk around my head.

i wanted to write this gift to myself, this easy open write, and peter has always been one of my models -- the things said in this are only in his style --though not really -- and only about my life: there's no peter's world in this, it's not a story about peter... it's a take on my life through peter's mode of expression.

the name 'nathan' -- you just have to take that as coming inside this poem, and figure it's got some emo reality because of the words surrounding the name. you've got the point, yes, and now all that needs to complete it is to figure that ginsberg was a shit, and that maybe showing nathan that he's acted unconscious is kind of to say that appearances count for nothing...? but, we were all beatniks back then to the straights.

this is totally a kind of portrait of me, if you were to visit and watch me when i'm not being arty. i'm just in my place, my world, and my wording.

the clothes and scattered debris in the apartment show it's about someone other than peter who has an affinity with him. apart from a few lines we can see the poem is about x whoever x is.

i think that aspect (the affinity) needs more airtime. the title offers more than the body of poem gives. (just my opinion of course.)