Saturday, December 22nd, 2001
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we were offered clues to hallucination
in the street & some of us
would not believe in a heaven built
on the bricks of hells we'd invented
some said amid the hamstrung danced
anarchist convexing sexrites: I know
I've been taken - slow do satanic
surfaces emerge. A manchild fights
daily for the stale remains of discretion
tempting him from further crime
it's a style a human attribution:
all men resemble ME said the actor.
afterward we were consoled by a manic
angel-in-disguise a gnome
with a broken handcart came
asking to be held anonymous awhile
we hid him among the memories
of oceans continents & islands
isthmuses & mountains times passed
in places names now forgotten found
out behind a factory that vanished
suddenly one morning - my mind holds
everything a total universe devoid
of self (said a healerhumanist) an echo
death just another doorway. drugs
offered us were taken gratefully
without remorse we remembered miracles
that we had spoiled with our speculations
on their meaning rumors of the fall
of Babylon were in our ears day & night
but none of them were true (the truth
is that mediocracy will in the end
end itself in the murmuring and chaos
clocks telescoping calendars horrific end
ganme inventions cause & effect
are one calculate the difference & you
will lose it inbetween the sheets
of the sound of sanity that has its own
raison d'etre apart from us) we saw
the rays of an alien sun as twothousandone
klieglights blinded us bipolar pleas
to the Queen of Spades in a swell
of mimicry sardonic lust radium
umbrellas opened up as THEY
(who they were we never knew) began
to question us in a glossolalia”
hallucination in the street? The Steel
Age? tumescent mysteries of left & right
brain waves? weirdities of trusting
everyone & no one: we were the children
chosen by the Spirit breathlessly to go
beyond into cosmic emptiness to see
the flowers grow out of the glass
and the granite. we are the people
patterned on the tragicomedy of Kubla Khan
we have been displaced & divided all
of us are still alive tho despite
the coroner's reports
the chronicles
the deuteronomies of mortal time
(lenz - 1201)