Remembering The Beats

Wandering Jew I plant you
with a toothpaste for a smile.
Goldilocks is dead but not in
the movies she is roses incarnate
like the all-white statue of Jesus
on west 33rd. He has a case to
keep off the grafitti. So do I.
Don't shoot me, shoot him. His
glass is shatterproof. So there
America, a Rockefeller salute
to you and your atomic bomb.