O you were special flaunting that bare shoulder
with spinning moves in the drum circle
on the country tavern hardwood
in the meadow of magic round the fire
High stepping the electric hoe-down& the slow
danced intricate hands elegantly mudra quality
motions of cleansing & cherishing
That Blakean smile of smiles welcoming eyes
emanating desire is tonic is health
When I first felt the back of your thighs and your
glutes somehow and why I knew and stated
wow you have the good stuff
My friend warned me you were demure
No! You wanted it as much as I!
And your face resembling so Bernini's St.Theresa
Espousing & exposing what the ideals of the day
made into spiritual orgasm into strong queens
and sought after princesses, Mary
Wollonstonecraft & her daughter Mary Shelley
and you loved and produced exceptional
language and rocking and rolling blues
that birthed jazz & symphony
Know I am blest we two deplore the Establishment
four kids and big breasts & a face I've always
adored since puberty
The Gates of Eden protrude and beckon
I would learn the heavy heat deep in the
Ambrosial bath of my main tool exhibiting a mind
of its own and your gypsy skirt dervish
Men & women are enthralled in homage
to the traditions you evoke
The Future radiates your cheeks
I watch you change apparel; your skin orchestrates
my fingers
I put my eyeballs into your nipples
It feels Good!
Covid 19 just isn't going away is it?
Must it invade every ode every lyric?
Going to the happy side of the bed
Your entire body transforms into Clit & G spot
all of it makes you glad
And that is my desire & goal
There's no ambiguity in our desire our lusts
The back of your ears your naked neck
excite my face and the noises
Breath whistling outbursts of animal pleasure
I admire your hips a classic woman
I contemplate the differences in our bodies
Our bodies assemble to resemble the movements
of the divinities of the Pantheons
There is a god for every blade of grass
and a divine iota of sound for every
burbling pebble of water
Whether it is my mind or yours
The years the creases of time the tree rings
of the brow vanished
I could see sharp as daybreak the girl
in your face
Meanwhile the Fall of America
We like the lovers of Pompeii frozen in lava
embracing
Our history all we knew and abided by crumbles
into industrial back black bleak burning water
What was the reason to believe? &love is from
another fairy-tale era
In a motel room
In a pup tent
In the guest room
In the car in the other worldly Grand Tetons
Doing 80 on 80!
Jackrabbits & tumbleweeds
going ape shit
O delicious skin O fragrant nape
Waves of genital heat sound like the inauguration
of this Universe
A sucking reverb and the Big Bang
is only my voice
There is no number symbol icon or word
come close to accuracy or description
We can't rally we are inside wary of touching
the outside
The spoken air is a danger, singing
in the church choir could be a ticket
to the after life
This life on earth is a riddle only solved
by Death & what kind of answer is that?
Yet for a moment all the gloom evaporates
when you let your jeans fall to your ankles
When you put yr Mammalia on my buzzard
bait face and you soft touch my testicles
We've had choices
We've had opportunities of heroism
The directions of nations & empires
could have gone an unorthodox path
to Nirvana
But money pleasure self aggrandizement
got in the way
Because of you I'm still here
saying the great escape is still alive
I think humanity will find a way from this
sickening place it created It may take
millennia and IT may end any day
because of the damage to the air fire earth water
Yet humanity could & may survive to a harmonious collective will yet free minded destiny
and you know why?
Me & You, You & Me, that is why in the drum circle
on the country tavern hardwood floor
in the meadow of magic
It is the lovers who deserve life
and we will dance again
ANDY CLAUSEN began writing & performing verse in 1965. Allen Ginsberg & Gregory Corso called him the most likely to carry on the Beat tradition. He is the author of BEAT, The Latter Days of the Beat Generation, A First Hand Account. His poetry books include HOME OF THE BLUES, 40TH CENTURY MAN, FESTIVAL OF SQUARES, WITHOUT DOUBT, TRHE IRON CURTAIN OF LOVE.
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