Jack said there was a dog in the tree,
howling at the moon;
but when i looked it wasn't there,
although i saw a haiku
hanging from a hanging branch:
if it fades away,
how will i know what it meant?
i can't see in the dark.
but Allen said he saw the dog,
who was barking like a hipster:
he said it was wearing a French-style beret,
reading a poem called Howl,
occasionally sounding like a mad man.
what was it about?
there was a lot of applause.
i had much to learn.
then Burroughs said there should be
intoxicating drugs floating freely in the air,
so he traveled to Tangiers
with his net and a tourist guide book,
looking for an African ass to drive home his point:
he often had sex at night,
and in the morning felt fine.
his breakfast was fish.
he tried to eat like a native, he said,
between bites of flesh.
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