I Sing The Body Electric, Verse 4

I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

" Our concern was speech, and speech impelled us
To purify the dialect of the tribe
And urge the mind to aftersight and foresight."

- T.S. Elliot

my mind lives in a Parisian cafe,
where it sits
and smokes and mulls
over the thoughts
of an after life,
useless hands work useful levers
and I grow vain
working class

calluses

at night I plant
the seeds of rebellion
of anarchy
and revolution!

we soak them,
we nurture them,
in the breasts of wild women,

in whiskey and pills
in the midnight hours
in political rants of what could be
all the while knowing

what is
and what will be

we're so big, we've already got a spin-off

"That's a rubber boot, not an ashtray."

eightfold

Found ourselves
in the gutter not going
but I knew you understood
--thought I saw you nod.
We jammed and chattered
bout things we might do:
'get off this sinking ship,'
'no way to live.'
We tried and try,
offering our bodies and minds
to nothing but togetherfulness,
paying attention
with whatever's in our pockets.

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smile,
frown,
up --
down,
laugh,
cry,
evrntually --
die

tangent thought

The Church (Of Yore Choice)

dig that church man, dig it.
dig it in all its minute reality - bubbled
capture its authenticity and don't look back
dig it because it's there
dig its distinctness in a sea of fakeness
even if you don't believe
you can see it still
see its essence and its majesty
wrap your mind's window curtains around it there
dig it in its solitude
for few notice such things (and dig that too!)
dig its depth and despair
dig it as much as you don't dig the business towers, new,
surrounding and higher
as man grows nature shrinks
dig why the church remains
dig life or dig a grave
remember the ones who go each day
know they're not all the same
but that church man, that there is everywhere in one place
you don't have to look up or feel deep
just know its there because it is even when you pass it by
dig it if it crumbles, a piece of you is gone
dig a piece of us all.