IN FLIGHT WITH TWA
No, Mr. Ferlinghetti,
To Fuck is not
to love again
And I love Sandy
High in the sky.
Who before have had such
visions
Lone horizons pinkly
sad drawing us
Soaring
Bird-like.
Ah, Icarus, did your
Bliss at all
resemble mine?
GURS WHO
for the girl who stole the strawberries
O Grand Canyon
Ocean
Ice
Tormentors,
Beauties
Pale blues
scudding angry seas.
O Sun
Burning Burning
Hear me.
A vision, oh,
A vision
Burning
Collision course with
Ecstasy
And I am in the clouds
And pain shuttles
Between my ears
Sinking, deeper
Burning
oh
REMBER ME (6/25/68)
Out gone away
toy tinkles
cheaply recalled
Poets
high velocity word less
sinking
in
pain
fall
lone soul
without the ease of eastern light
and no one really knows
anything at llllll
and where does that leave me ?
artificial hero
unreal salvation
Platonic bomb
Come again
come again
come again
come again
Remember me?
WHAT HAVE I SEEN ?
for Charles Potts
Mr. Charlie, go to sleep
or Canada
or the mountains
go to drugs, women
islands,
dodger games
even though
we both know what
it
is
your
prophetic shricks
are trying
to
shout down.
Jesus got hung-up, too.
Keep it short
Keep it sweet
Keep it to your
self
Or next of kin.
I am living in
chain letters
unwilling to
hurl my
flesh
into the
searing
potential of
your 90% pure,
holy, love ache.
You can't win 'em all,
Charlie,
Let it go
to
Hell,
dark infamies,
juggernauts of
this and that,
Let murder lap its
cold juices —
Death comes to us
all
Regardless of race
creed
or color
But only you can make a
Rainbow.
"AT LAST I AM ALONE . . . "
Heaps and sea swells
alternately rise and fall within my chest
but only snickers attend my search for the lost white whale.
Do something useful;
leave off these obsessed map flurries;
burn Plato; clench a fist ! Don't you want to make something
Out of life ?
No monkey donkey panther honkey, thank ya
m'am, kinda busy now flying dutchmen and avoiding the draft
Created by the foils
of other's wings and slings and things —
outrageous fortune hunters' trappings. See you later.