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Автор: Lorenzo Thomas
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Wesleyan Poetry Series
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time another “hep me”

      Addressed to the willing

      Stars. And it is effective

      Like another fine creature

      Beautiful animal just find me

      And put her soft life in my hand

      For a minute. An hour

      Without a second thought

      Knowing it is gone be lazy

      And gentle and knowing

      Everything all about it

      You are no big head tonight

      Keed. Just sit back there and keep

      Your big feet out the dim and

      Extravagant journey that puddle

      On the floor. Where.

      Just because you pretty

      When you come in the door

      And a temporary genius or star

      This one night or nights

      Still arriving. Across the way and

      Down the alley too. Pretty

      Thing. Hungry? And what else

      You inquire and think you need

      Badly. To “survive” or bullshit

      Your way into another eternity

      Of less meaningful phrases and

      Faces made interesting to junior

      Samaritans and other meddlers

      Long the road to a wide nose

      Jerusalem. In other words, I mean

      Why be an idiot of the daytime

      Now that everything is so inviting

      And so fun. What to do concerts

      Nobody in they right mind. Only

      When the dark comes on and feeling

      Crazy. One tender smile or nod

      Bank the belly furnace. Swollen

      Tongue. Wanted. Corpulent shadows

      Oriental as the goat glaze eye.

      Like to walking into the wrong room

      Again the tender smile and hands

      Under the dumb stars

      A smile of beauty cunning

      For the exhibition

      Such emaciation make all fat people feel good

      The compliment of his being

      There

Image

      We turned to fire when the water hit

      Us. Something

      Berserk regained

      An outmoded regard for sanity

      While in the fire station

      No one thought of flame

      Fame or fortune did them

      We did them a fortune. We did

      Them a favor just being

      Ourselves inside of them

      Holy day children

      In the nation coming your children will learn all about that

      But the water creep about us

      Water hit us with force.

      We saw a boy transformed into a lion

      His tail is vau the syllable of love

      A master before fellow craft

      The summit of the Royal Arch

      Lotus. Mover on the face of the waters …

Image

      Sleepless Horus, watch me as I lie

      Curtained with stars when ye arise

      And part the skies. And mount the Royal

      Bark

      They said the ancient words in shameful English

      Their hearts rose up like feathers

      In the hidden place

      And Horus step into the flood of noon

      Shedding his light upon the worlds

      It was in Birmingham. It happened.

      Week after week in the papers

      The proof appeared in their faces

      Week after week seeing the same moment grow clearer

      Raising the water,

      Filling the vessel. Raising the water.

      Filling the vessel

      O electromagnetic Light shadûf!

      Ancient hands bearing water

      Ha

      The star broke

      Over the tub

      All righteousness

      Not deceived by sunshine nor the light

      From a man’s desire

      Deceived by desire

      So that in the moment

      The people cast light from their bodies

      “Light” being the white premeditation

      The simplest fashion

      What they want is light

      Another source to equip

      Their dry want

      Want fire light. Space light

      Discretions of neon

      At least. So to appear natural

      Where the sun is

      360° of light

      Consumed in the labors of comfort

      That cries for the balm

      Of all that is natural

      Desire.

      Bathing in the dark

      The water glowing

      In the plastic curtain

      Suddenly heated

      As another expels past satisfactions.

      cold as she washes gas tears

      From her man’s eyes. We hate you.

      Hot on her soft thigh

      Like the dog’s breath at noon by the Courthouse

      We hate you for that

      But ancient hands raised

      This water

      As the street’s preachers

      Have a good understanding hear them

      O israel this O israel that

      Down here in this place

      Crying for common privilege

      In a comfortable land

      Their anger is drawing the water

      Their daughters is drawing the water.

      Their