Hopeless desires creep through Your bones
and break down in lonely subways at dead of night –
crying, like a mirror, shattered to a thousand blue pieces
Hollow, Naked, Divine…….
These pages are torrid, copious, like midnight rain,
like sad saxophones, like tears…..blue and Angelic……
Making love to the cold melancholia of Your eyes….
Dying forlorn loveless deaths in a thousand empty
nights…. Like moths diving into the flames……
like the numbness that seeps into the roots
from beyond the deathless pale of the misty hazy
horizons and clouds…….
Breasts….. white like the sad snow of the full moon
yet lively…..like two chariots of fire……….
The ivory of passions rushing through from the zero
to the infinite – the journey of the nameless mirages –
chasing the fools to their eternity….. like the aurorae….
like the fire of Babylon…… lonely nights of Babylon
through the grass and mud of fifty two centuries
The Angel sighs……The Angel cries
The goblet of poison
The acid of my veins…….
The eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani
rustling through the leaves
The worn out words Ginsberg encircling the smokes
like black serpents in hypnotic fury
The ancestors of these million seraph nights blowing
their trumpets in the maddening blue harmony
The guilt of Jocasta trembling in the rage of Oedipus
The million Caesars marching past Rubicon
The dark wombs of previous births
The endless Benzedrine harmonies,
The pains of Resurrection
The smiling skeletons
The dead butterflies
The lost memories
The dates
The facts
The desires
The thirst
The Buddha
The Dharma
The Sangha
The Ohm
The Tat
The Sat…..
The Angel sighs.....
The fireflies fight the stars
The new world beckons from
the other side of the nightshade
The tired blue Dylan walks away
from the fume and fury, vanishing
into the lonesome midnight mist…….
The Jokerman, the Tambourine Man,
The Man of Constant Sorrow – they too
dissolve and melt and fade away into the
senile silent worship of the faithless Dahlia…..
And yet, and yet,
the Angel sighs, yes she does
And then she breaks like a little girl…….
The moon…..Your forehead……
Your sleep……I’ll eat the moon,
I’ll eat Your forehead, I’ll eat Your sleep
I’ll eat You up……The blue You….
I’ll make love to You like the Fire
makes love to the Skies and the Clouds
to the mystic Ganges with the Sun
dipping down for one final time…..
the Holy Dip……the red blur in the waters….
The final finite Red before the eternal Blue
The dancing nymphs in the moonlight
swirl around the dreamy dusts and histories
of the times since the beginning of time
and break themselves and the visions
into the ultimate realization of the Ka
and the insatiate whispers of breathing,
fainting, in the halo of nicotine nightmares
and the cold blue assurance of the gist of
everything to exist or not to
and the waiting for final vision to arrive
at last. Puking away the ill-conceived
cycles and karmas and reasons and metaphors
and hallucinations and such worthless façade
that cover You up like a blue haze……smoke……
Oh yes, the blue…… the blue……
The blue ashes
The blue dust
The blue light
The blue darkness
The blue myrrh
The blue canvas
The blue Lorca
The blue abyss
The blue sadness
The blue absinthe
The blue whispers
The blue death
The blue El
The blue Shantih……
The blue everything……
The blue You
You…. You….. You……..
Ohm Bhur Bhuvah Swah, Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi, Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
Everything for You…..
