Holes

A poem inspired by the Footnote to Howl, Allen Ginsberg.

Holes holes holes holes holes holes!
In my soul a million holes
In my skin a million holes
In my heart a million holes
Every man is filled with holes
Every angel is filled with holes
Every hipster is filled with holes
The empty bar – holes
The empty house – holes
The empty heart – holes

The holes in the whole of eternity
The holes in the simplicity of solitude
The holes in their eyes filled with loneliness
The holes in their howls in the night

Your forgiveness your light your supernatural
sweetness in the dark
The length and breadth of the trees and their leaves
the sun bleeding through their spidery green veins
pooling on the concrete dripping through to the
dirt beneath

Every tree filled with holes, every park every forest
every sun every star every cloudy sky
the holes in the wrap of your fingers their webbing
the things they leave untouched

In my soul a million holes
In my skin a million holes
In my heart a million holes

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