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| The Frear building reflected in the Atrium glass downtown Troy, NY |
don't you want to know the world of yes ovum womb phallus
"eve was weak" a voice from the corner of the darkened room boomed
"you should have seen it when the demon put it in me"
the voice continued in Star Trek transportation mode
and soon there I was
it was a nice hospital the orderlies wore pink gowns Ginsberg's america
played on repeat ritual through the loudspeakers
nurse ratchet gave blowjobs I like it here deciding kite riding is
old department store justice, it was just us and a no camera world
we filled our pockets with die cast cars and sped down the hill
off to our atomic fed futures with nothing assured save
inhale exhale and what thoughts raced through our minds
we were america we were young we were waiting to be eaten
we were waiting to be eating the moral forks watching
the cows the Moons the roofs and the spoons
were wading syringes found being on the road
we are wear here where hypocrisy is the rule of law
and walls come in all sorts shapes and sizes
sandbags and levees we need the rain free
we knead free reign we kneed to be rein free
on our walks
we threw figurines with dental floss tied to their feet
over found garden walls
imagined them scouts for righteous causes
we said to each one before we flung them
"You give to me what Love breathes me with, You"
coda: in the divine light
if you create
enjoy the arc
seed to vine to afterbirth too
create to your core
and worry not about attainment
please do not ignore the less than noble places
your soul and ego take you to
for surrendering to the process, to the journey
will greet you with all the faces Love paces each
of your breaths with
this devotion to a flightless bird
needs to be held sometimes
because falling under the spell of ourselves
isn't always felt to be
the flying climbs
and delves
of inner to outer
ecstasy
each of these daily poems
are low tide crawling fours
jugular ambling inside my mind
I am not that into construction
as much as I am into
finding where
and who
my bottomless desire
to be me
rides off bleeding
in the stain
of glass with ...
EJR ©
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