Key in the Window - Ginsberg Poem
I have seen the key in the window, separate, gold, shiny, alien to these dirty institution walls. Shall I take the key, shall I escape the four white walls? Shall I walk upon the roads of rainbow, emerald, meditating upon Jewry? Elohim! Elohim! Am I of the lesser light, mind draped. in foreign night? G-d of the desert, I’m drowning in sand here, without nomad salvation. Baby boys, circumcised, observant orthodoxy. “Don’t murder me, don’t murder me, don’t murder me. Let me escape into the sunlight. Let me know who I am, just once. I ain’t crazy, I swear!” I am bound by bars, the key has transformed into shackles. The man with the Golden Warhole telephone has arrived in my room, syringe full of Mescaline, eyes strange with vagrant fire, saying “It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to forget yourself, time to forget it all, don’t worry, we only mean the best for you.” And I scraw...