Ginsberg Reading 'Howl'

Like hearing Ginsberg reading «Howl»
Like language found inside your mouth
Like all those words blackened out
Like unread books on your shelves
Like a television always on
Like all opinions, every one
Like conversations with the dead
Like promises made in bed
Is it just me?
Oh, is it just me?
Ooh, is it just me?
Oh, is it just me?
Like every gay bar in the Castro
Like reading Song 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?
Oh, is it just me?
Ooh, is it just me?
Oh, is it just me?
I walked out once more beneath the stars
(Is it just me?)
Just waiting for the sea to part
(Is it just me?)
I’m taking the wife, taking the kids
(Is it just me?)
Taking them far away from this
(Is it just me?)
Ah!