Reading ferlinghetti by candlelight
Diffused through a bad old fashioned
In the wrong glass
And I can't find the poem
I'm looking for
He's mad
And talks
With eager energy
Of the world washing away
And the noise of the bar room
Mimics his universal roar
And outside
Starts to rain
II
An afterword:
Turns out - misheard my order.
"old fashioned" became "manhattan"
as in the poem the island becomes
Again
Manahattan
And indians
Take to their canoes
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