I'm happy, Kerouac, your madman Allen's
finally made it: discovered a new young cat,
and my imaination of an eternal boy
walks on the streets of San Francisco,
handsome, and meets me in cafeterias
and loves me. Ah don't think I'm sickening.
You're angry aat me. for all of my lovers?
It's hard to eat shit, without having visions;
when they have eyes for me it's like Heaven.
San Francisco, 1955
GINSBERG,Allen. Collected Poems.1947-1980. London: Penguin Books, 1987, p. 123.