Your Fine Charms
Maple Marble your fine overtones,
like Marshall Fields in Chicago
where you wrote an essay of political analogy,
and became The Pro,
while befriending portraits;
coming into your charms.
like Bloomingdale's in New York
where you took your children,
and were a child,
with a gentle family;
shaping your becoming.
On Ginsberg's America,6th Part
Shelter me free in my aberrations, America.
Let me consume in the fleshes of your brilliant tortured boys;
Let me revel in the pirouettes of your naïve moonlit girls;
Indulge me these, America.
In churches, synagogues, mosques, temples,
Nameless eclipsed fields,
Holy refuges of the upstanding,
On my laurels, tense, above,
Those graves of stoics we…have loved.
In buses, haylofts, boxcars, truck beds,
Novel roadside diversions,
Holy refuges of the pariah,
On my knees sobbing, ecstatic, with,
The images of memories we…have known.
Preserve me these, America.
On Ginsberg's America,5th Part
Oh, God-sick America, bless your heart,
You sincere sweet ragged old mistress,
Of paradoxes, duplicity, soaring birth rates,
And the need to legally tranquilize,
The unsanctioned desires, always looming,
In your hoarding ticky-tacky multitudes.
America, it is true
That even your men
Sit stagnant dead.
You would speak to me
Of the blasphemy,
Of the encroaching threat,
You would condescend,
To save my
Eternal Soul, telling me
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