Like hearing Ginsberg reading "Howl" Like language found inside your mouth Like all those words blackened out Like unread books on all your shelves Like a television always on Like all opinions (every one!) Like conversations with the dead Like promises made in the bed Is it just me? Like every gay bar in the Castro Like reading Songs of Songs all alone Like Jimmy Paulette in New York City Like all the smiles on everybody Like all the Resurrection jokes Like quotes and quotes and quotes and quotes Like all the speeches made with tears Jug, jug, jug to dirty ears Is it just me? I walked out once more beneath the stars Just waiting for the sea to part I'm taking the wife and taking the kids Taking them far away from this