Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 120

      flopped over your shoulder in the wind down 5th Ave

          under the handsome breasted workmen

                    on their scaffolds ascending Time

                         & washing the windows of Life

—off to a date with martinis & a blond

          beloved poet far from home

          —with thee and Thy sacred Metropolis

      in the enormous bliss of a long afternoon

      where death is the shadow

          cast by Rockefeller Center

               over your intimate street.

Who were you, black suited, hurrying to meet,

      Unsatisfied one?

               Unmistakable,

                    Darling date

for the charming solitary young poet with a big cock

          who could fuck you all night long

               till you never came,

      trying your torture on his obliging fond body

      eager to satisfy god’s whim that made you

          Innocent, as you are.

I tried your boys and found them ready

      sweet and amiable

          collected gentlemen

               with large sofa apartments

      lonesome to please for pure language;

and you mixed with money

          because you knew enough language to be rich

               if you wanted your walls to be empty—

Deep philosophical terms dear Edwin Denby serious as Herbert Read

          with silvery hair announcing your dead gift

to the grave crowd whose historic op art frisson was

the new sculpture your big blue wounded body made in the Universe

          when you went away to Fire Island for the weekend

      tipsy with a family of decade-olden friends

Peter stares out the window at robbers

      the Lower East Side distracted in Amphetamine

I stare into my head & look for your / broken roman nose

      your wet mouth-smell of martinis

          & a big artistic tipsy kiss.

      40’s only half a life to have filled

          with so many fine parties and evenings’

          interesting drinks together with one

                    faded friend or new

                    understanding social cat…

I want to be there in your garden party in the clouds

                    all of us naked

strumming our harps and reading each other new poetry

      in the boring celestial

          Friendship Committee Museum.

You’re in a bad mood?

          Take an Aspirin.

                    In the Dumps?

                         I’m falling asleep

                              safe in your thoughtful arms.

Someone uncontrolled by History would have to own Heaven,

                                   on earth as it is.

I hope you satisfied your childhood love

      Your puberty fantasy your sailor punishment on your knees

                                   your mouth-suck

Elegant insistency

          on the honking self-prophetic Personal

          as Curator of funny emotions to the mob,

Trembling One, whenever possible. I see New York thru your eyes

      and hear of one funeral a year nowadays—

               from Billie Holiday’s time

          appreciated more and more

a common ear

                         for our deep gossip.

July 29, 1966

A Vow

I will haunt these States

          with beard bald head

      eyes staring out plane window,

      hair hanging in Greyhound bus midnight

leaning over taxicab seat to admonish

          an angry cursing driver

               hand lifted to calm

                    his outraged vehicle

that I pass with the Green Light of common law.

Common Sense, Common law, common tenderness

               & common tranquillity

our means in America to control the money munching

               war machine, bright lit industry

everywhere digesting forests & excreting soft pyramids

      of newsprint, Redwood and Ponderosa patriarchs

      silent in Meditation murdered & regurgitated as smoke,

          sawdust, screaming ceilings of Soap Opera,

          thick dead Lifes, slick Advertisements

               for Gubernatorial big guns

          burping Napalm on palm rice tropic greenery.

Dynamite in forests,

      boughs fly slow motion

               thunder down ravine,

      Helicopters roar over National Park, Mekong Swamp,

          Dynamite fire blasts thru Model Villages,

Violence screams at Police, Mayors get mad over radio,