Zach writes this about himself:

Zach King-Smith is nineteen years old and currently resides outside of New Haven CT. He grew up impoverished after both parents died before he reached adolescence. His poetic endeavors began three short years ago when he first read the work of Allen Ginsberg. Zach is currently working on his first collection of poetry entitled"Before You Die Tell Me That You Love Me".--Influences include Jack Kerouac/Charles Bukowski/ William S. Burroughs/ Allen Ginsberg/ Hunter S. Thompson/ Bob Dylan/Raymond Carver/ Arthur Rimbaud and Charles Baudelaire.

Can be located online at:  http://www.myspace.com/frombasementoahill 

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I dreamt that the earth
lost her tolerance 
for humanity and decided
to rid herself of the plague
which she pledged to protect
millions of years ago
but she became enraged
and disgusted 
with what she saw 
around her and
parted her lips
and opened her mouth
which I imagined 
looked like a broken
fault in the concrete
of Los Angeles that
would engulf hundreds 
of business men 
and their brief cases
and the cars which crowded
the streets and filled
her lungs with a smog
as thick as it is in Newark
and in Newark waves 
would crash down 
from the atlantic and 
wash away the pestilence 
in the crack and whore
houses which line
the thousands of streets
in anywhere USA.
She opened her eyes 
on New York and wept
for it compassionately
as the rain which fell from
her eyes swept up everyone
on the streets and cleansed
them too as she did in Newark.
No one was safe. 
Paris had been devoured
in the mouth and Tangiers 
was burned in her fury.
I had seen the purging 
of humanity everywhere
and became jealous 
because I will 
never rid myself of this disease