Allen Ginsberg

Here you will find the Poem Nagasaki Days (Everybody's Fantasy) of poet Allen Ginsberg

Nagasaki Days (Everybody's Fantasy)

I walked outside & the bomb'd 
dropped lots of plutonium
all over the Lower East Side 
There weren't any buildings left just 
iron skeletons 
groceries burned, potholes open to 
stinking sewer waters 

There were people starving and crawling 
across the desert 
the Martian UFOs with blue 
Light destroyer rays 
passed over and dried up all the 
waters 
Charred Amazon palmtrees for 
hundreds of miles on both sides
of the river