SECTION NINE
POETRY PAGE ONE
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COLUMN
SIXTY-THREE, SEPTEMBER 1, 2001
(Copyright © 2001 Al Aronowitz)
SOMEWHERE
OVER
THE
RAINBOW
you gotta have that do re mi boy
gotta have that do re mi
the same way you gotta have flesh
to fuck and die down here
the same way we wear a crucifix/time
money suck
power fuck
die
you gotta have that do re mi boy
gotta have that do re mi
guards standing on invisible borders
drawn in indian blood across the earth
slashed into it with a dirty knife/pen
families turned away to drown in a sewer
of lies , dollars for dreams
you
gotta have that do re mi boy
oh yeah I remember what woody sang
our tears watering this desert here
will one day turn into an oasis
o mama earth I will drink from your breast
under a black n blue starry night
gotta have that do re mi
* * *
A FRENCH MOVIE
Ashes
of a memory
mud rises from the bottom
of the sea
Never again to lick the Sun
the day is dead
before it's begun
A lock of hair in an envelope
living in a dream
of childish hopes
Time circles my neck
like the hangman's rope
I try to swallow your world
but i always choke
This feels like A FRENCH MOVIE
champagne , blood , roses , tears ,
stained sheets - dead atmosphere
The passion that once
flowed free
must now be forced to breathe
The face of youth
turns from white to grey
no one eats
unless
they pay
Holes in my shirt
Hair in disarray
Radio , Church Bells ,
children at play.......##
* * *
It's nineteen seventy two . I am walking
down a long hall , heading for the baggage claim .
A young man in robes , ponytail on the back of his
head , thrusts a hand full of pamphlets in my face,
Without missing a step i tell him that i
dont believe in Krishna:Lucifer is my Man!
The man with the ponytail and the pamphlets yelled
after me " YOU ARE GONNA BURN ! "
I stop dead in my tracks , turn around slowly ,
put my suitcase down , tilt my brim back on my head,
look him dead in the eye and say " Baby i am on Fire ! "
##
* * *
BIRTH
winds
blow
waves break
rain falls
heart aches
sun shines
planet turns
moon smiles
day breaks
earth sighs
flower unfolds ##
* * *
DESERT
Out on the desert
I been here for days
I've lost my compass
I'm in a daze
I feel like I'm in
the twilight Zone
can't even remember
if i have a Home
Have I lost my senses.......out Here "
Can
I trust my senses.......out Here "
Only the strong survive
when the river runs dry
I dig in the sand
bone in hand
I
see an ocean
on the Horizon
Is it me
or just a mirage "
Can
i trust my senses.......out Here " ##
* * *
NAROPADOPA PAUSE IN K-TOWN
Cleopatra
on the tv screen
FBI crawling down the telephone
top hatted blue eyed babe
ivory skin
lines on my face
tell ya where i been
beer cheese hashish parks
orange bleeding moon after dark
coyote boy
Lilith
Roy Albert Hall
gnomes and sylphs having a ball
out on the lawn 4th of july
only night i see Ginsey
pie eyed
cosmic kids
burning up the floor
epileptic villager
taking tickets at the door
Marvin Gaye doing a sexual healing
walls are sweating
paint is peeling
big blue bird waits on a field
got kind of a modern day sex appeal
Cleo sporting leopard skin lapels
breast screaming launching pads
jaded decadent sad/glad
old Julius
flowers growing
out of his head
unaware
an ass/asp
is
sharing his bed ##
*
* *
LAUGHING AT THE MOON
across
the room
i see you
nobody else
yr light eclipses
all
present
i
came to this bar
to lose myself
seeing double
you yank me
into focus
i draw my lips across yrs
taste the nectar
we
awake at dawn
in a hotel
minds cracked
dirty clothes
piled up on the floor
take a hit
off a clumsy cigarette
drift back
into sleep
into dreams
roll on smoothly
into the afternoon
dinner
can wait
shower water
pouring
over our heads
around our shoulders
down our thighs
in all
cracks and crevices
staff aloft
i pierce
the gates of heaven
oceans part
lips open
i dive deep
deep
deeper
than ever before
tumble into endless space
flick my tongue
across yr nipples
kiss yr neck
brush the hair from yr eyes
squeeze
every last drop of you
into
me
a plane
train moving
across cities
i look out the window
a thousand lives
a thousand windows
flickering
across
the minds eye
i slip my hand around yr waist
hearts laughing at the moon
in a sea of pleasures
of dreams
that blossom and die like
flowers in a desert
* * *
no more division between
sex race religion gender
continents day night
deep fried in white light
for no better word to describe
switch yr inner computer
inner telephone on listen
to waterfalls streams
currents babble of brooks
humanity microwaved
on the astral plane spread
out across the highways
and skies constant
drone of activity and NOT
in cement bee hives mouthez
frozen in a big O
clutching hands scream on bridges
of existence flickering images
of alpha dope pumping nonsense
through psychic veins wooden
indians falling face first
into
streets as storez burn
random faces appear
plastered by speed and gravity
lice tossed off the earths back
staggering off the page
as if drunk
or
afflicted with divers dis " ease
solar systems exploding
planets spinning out
of control turn on
yr inner radio
we interrupt to bring
YOU ##
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