part I

I
         love the world today and I love
  Good Morning, I sez to
       her and smiling
  and grinning stupidly be
         cause your eyes are
    still shining and
   It's not morning she sez
    surprised and
   or flab
         bergasted by the incongruity
  of my greeting
  (salutation if you will)
  it's five OH-clock
       in
                         the evening
   she sez and just I sez
    it's always morning
         to perhaps see if she
    understands
                          why I sez it
                          (only one person
   perhaps ever has to
             my knowledge
  )
    end     she
       smiles   end   I
I fall in love
       and grin

part II

sez I enjoy the
      cosmic people danc
    ing watch
   twists  and turns  and twirls
   and a thousand
                 copulating
                 beauties
  sez I fascinated by   the
        grandiose weaving
     stardust bodies and faerie minds
             like dodging rain
              drops
                         and sez
  I a hundred thousand years from
           now will
                    remember
     most beautiful dancer
        you
 most graceful dancer
            psilocybin ballet
        dancer
   and I will think
              of
  delicious naked starshadow eyes when
everyone else is
                      angels and dust
           and even
              God dances alone

part III

    in worlds of anger
          wrath and demigods' daemons
  ill fortune and vengeance
            and a faith worse than death
               demigod sez and I
         I listen
              music music music
dissonance and discord and
unknown chords and flying harmonies
            decrescendos like plague
  and staccato like sex
      concordance of
               thoughtliesemotiontruth
      truth that spills from Hell
         and the Universe as
     dancing screaming laughing fucking
breathing and breathing and breathing
                                      I am
       sez I
  sez I in angry purple dreams
  sez I in quietude of solaris'
          hazy dreamsoul
                           whispering to
               naked paleiceblue soulshadows
       in midnight cornfields
            forests of spirit graves
softly
                                         softly
                    caressing infinity's end

03/25/2002

Posted on 03/25/2002
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