I Want to Build a Café

I Want to Build A Café

 

I want to build a café,

where all my friends will drink,

wallpapered with savages,

call it “Ginsberg’s Stink”.

 

Have a jukebox in the corner,

playing music no one can hear,

expounding on the dogma

“the Manipulation of Fear.”

 

At night we’ll ouija monsters,

ghosts of ones who were beat;

Have you come to bleed the freak?

Twelve dollars fifty, all you can eat.