To Lindsay

Vachel, the stars are out

dusk has fallen on the Colorado mad

a car crawls slowly across the plain

in the dim light the radio blares its jazz

the heartbroken salesman lights another cigarette

In another city 27 years ago

I see your shadow on the wall

you're sitting in your suspenders on the bed

the shadow hand lifts up a Lysol bottle to your head

you shade falls over on the floor

Allen Ginsburg