Love Poem to Allen Ginsberg

"O my Homunculus, I am ill,

I have taken a pill to kill the thin papery feeling"

Sylvia Plath

(breathlessly plunge ahead)

4am
You enter the hot dreamgrip pulled

amphetamine and plummet, a day's hate/love

making fabric stuff a protean seam
when 2 hours plus and the steam's still coming,

dream-real dream-time nub shaped
quick to justbrushed velvet static-cling
and your body there brine soaked all over
and drained dark pink to submission of lust-fat
and loving it as your I and I juxtaposed corporeal,

pale and wanton thrillful weight,
something unannounced, unplanned for,

bough of pressing shoulders claiming

more & more devourous bones

when tree-tight unstifled

moans your hisss & ohh -

back you flung to thread trunk eyes

where rhizomes sunk China-ward,

downpour oblivion still composing

the clutch & smack of slow possession-

flesh that reels a clamourous axe

of affect-clap and almighty cog-thread too late nic'd black;

too soon does dusk reverse to whetted morning
but your ears are roaring and mind is horne'd, foggy,
soppy where Never never landed sorely misshapen,

dharma fool, the feverish

pool of scene that you left

bolted wet, let head compartment snuff the light

inside the wicked myriad

-swift course to bribe the salient seas
you clung and found speed's eager phantasy
a lush and scaring over-friendly guest
you brined in bed.

awake

from terrors oversized

-shake dreams from your hair pretty child my sweet-

one dove, in spells of lingering, sighs

the weight of the world

in luuve

...

...

To a Cancer (... not the usual one )

(sprightly, nonstop, and breathless)

festival brights

dark hours

push throats an

eyes o'er

edges fleet an

crookd o

lept sky bound

right into the

pocket of air

you made

a pillow ;

how lifelike 

then i

dreamt of

cobwebs swept

aside and rent

 to silk ,

left they

 the corner

thankful for

the scattered

time they hung

with you o scolded child-winter ;

beams caught the net aghast of light ,

the space between leaves ,

blood's forgotten host of pulses beating throng

to burst of colour,

thrill of song-

catch me fair

on ice i fall

when water's gone .

An ache-less chill ,

unbodied sight -

the roar of latent herbage;

and i a silver Isle

midst the dusty light of dawn

...

To a Libra , in response

(this is a song , music pending)

...

dance, do I with you some day?

'yours in dance' you wrote involved

in visions faraway.

we, we, merry trekkers in the mountains of the mind,

pause by breath

to take a sip from haven's undiluted stream-
this by heave the arch and the dream

that stillness trickled by one bouldered night on way to sea -

this the pause of god that offered blind the spittle of sight and green deliverance -
a sigh and twist so limp convened by all the sleuth of words and images replayed,
O, they-
to cast no dice but live by chance and spill the blood in moments- still?

to dance?
limerence, diagnosed, how could i rise and walk with shouldered pallet

thru a distance eye'd by numens thin -

smaller naps of rest

between the lore of syn and transformation -
when forces under current beckon

wheat to foam and all that glitter -
"should i dare to eat that peach"? ( no , never. )
Rapids red and backstream Butte

carried flagrant love by Rockies

(though the rig was oilskinned and fit)*
I saw cascading from the lighted surface clear- a sign, a perfect play of air ...
And still, somehow, the beads, the brow,

those visions hanging from the ceiling there (!)
strung cure of carmine to return to later -but the now's enough
to cut the waiting anchor fast, end, steer of ghosts and dogge'd

last the ped of stealthy water to the river's gaining edge, to gasp-
-the moment's breath returns to send you back like Tolkien, back again
But twirl as we ethereal atoms in the ever fluid sip-
a fiery grip outlasted,

still a breadth below the mastery,

traced enamor to the tryst -

there is no end, no end to this

(we we merry trekkers in the mountains of the mind

pause by breath

to take a sip

from haven's undiluted stream)...

wutai shan