Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All

Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A Wonderful Poem About Making It With Neal Cassady.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

I Was Reading The Poems Of Rochester. Rochester Made Himself Out To Be Bisexual, But I Think That Was Only To Shock. Most Of His Poetry Is Sexual, Even Pornographic.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.