Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 217

          O you’re always complaining

                    you’re a neurotic

               you can see by the way you’re bent over.

July 6, 1981, 8 P.M.

Homage Vajracarya

Now that Samurai bow & arrow, Sumi brush, teacup

& Emperor’s fan are balanced in the hand

—What about a glass of water?

Holding my cock to pee, the Atlantic gushes out.

Sitting to eat, the Sun & the Moon fill my plate.

July 8, 1981

Why I Meditate

I sit because the Dadaists screamed on Mirror Street

I sit because the Surrealists ate angry pillows

I sit because the Imagists breathed calmly in Rutherford and Manhattan

I sit because 2400 years

I sit in America because Buddha saw a Corpse in Lumbini

I sit because the Yippies whooped up Chicago’s teargas skies once

I sit because No because

I sit because I was unable to trace the Unborn back to the womb

I sit because it’s easy

I sit because I get angry if I don’t

I sit because they told me to

I sit because I read about it in the Funny Papers

I sit because I had a vision also dropped LSD

I sit because I don’t know what else to do like Peter Orlovsky

I sit because after Lunacharsky got fired & Stalin gave Zhdanov a special tennis court I became a rootless cosmopolitan

I sit inside the shell of the old Me

I sit for world revolution

July 19, 1981

Love Comes

I lay down to rest

weary at best

of party life

& dancing nights

Alone, Prepared

all I dared

bed & oil

bath, small toil

to clean my feet

place my slippers neat.

Alone, despair—

lighthearted, bare-

bottom trudged about,

listening the shout

of students down below

rock rolling fast and slow

shaking ash for show,

or love, or joy

hairless girl and boy

goldenhaired goy

The door creaked loud

far from the crowd

Upstairs he trod

Eros or some god

come to visit,

Washed in the bath

calm as death

patient took a shit

approached me clean

naked serene

I sat on his thighs

looked in his eyes

I touched his hair

Bare body there

head to foot

big man root

I kissed his chest

Came down from above

I took in his rod

he pushed and shoved

That felt best

My behind in his groin

his big boyish loin

stuck all the way in

That’s how we began

Both knees on the bed

his head to my head

he shoved in again

I loved him then

I pushed back deep

Soon he wanted to sleep

He wanted to rest

my back to his chest

My rear went down

I rolled it around

He pushed to the bottom

Now I’ve got ’em

He took control

made the bed roll

I relaxed my inside

loosed the ring in my hide

Surrendered in time

whole body and mind

and heart at the sheet

He continued to beat

his meat in my meat,

held me around

my chest love-bound

sighed without sound

My breast relaxed

my belly a sack

my sphincter loosed

to his hard deep thrust

I clenched my gut tight

in full moon light

thru curtained window

for an hour or so

thin clouds in the sky

I watched pass by

sigh after sigh

He fucked me in the East

he fucked me in the West

he fucked me South

my cock in his mouth

he fucked me North

No sperm shot forth

He continued to love

I spread my knees

pushed apart by his

so that he could move

in and out at ease,

Knelt on the bed

pillow against my head

I wanted release

Tho’ it hurt not much

a punishment such

as I asked to feel

back arched for the real

solid prick of control

a youth 19 years old

gave with deep grace,

body fair, curly gold

hair, angelic face

I’d waited a week