New Songs [for Kassandra] *complete* (V)

[judih]

there's something at the end that says to me: Desperate! Now! Last burst of energy while you still remember how energy feels. Go!

[cenacle]

tonight added 'dominion,' i was thinking about how far things stretched in the 60s, how people were reaching out in every direction toward the world and toward each other, and how such things exist now but not so commonly, there is a fear it seems of trying again, a sense that it would only fail again...so maybe better to just look nearby, not to far, too high or too low...

[cenacle]

tonight added 'enigma,' it was a cold night in seattle when I wrote this some days ago, many rich & poor folks alike were out on the streets, some with homes to return to, some not...KD & I were celebrating me finding work, finally, after so much effort & more than a few disappointments...we bought a street paper from a lady who smiled & shivered & launched into her woe, coughing...i thought about the differences that lead one to home, or to something not home, at night's end...no answer no matter how extended the mull...

[cenacle]

tonight added 'LSD 1966,' an angry poem about California outlawed acid, the first US state to do so, & soon followed the world...& how futile it was in the long view to do so, & how detrimental to all, & how the psychedelic revolution, which belongs to the ongoing existence of all creation, can no more be stopped than the wind by a fist...heh, i lot for six lines :twisted:

[cenacle]

later tonight added 'haunting,' sad over youth & what does & does not come later...

[cenacle]

this afternoon added 'spectral' from a years-ago memory of a sudden, charming, nutty old man, took me a few hours away from the ongoing dark of the time...

[cenacle]

this afternoon added 'melt,' a poem about sex, desire, it's always present, & changes the world minute by minute, great & small...

[cenacle]

this morning added 'soma,' on my mind was the first time I journeyed by entheogens, & the first time others did too, over the centuries, in all places, that sense of larger joining that simply this town, this year, etc. A sense of joining in the world, more awake, first time awake at all perhaps, & not knowing how to move in the new light everywhere...

[cenacle]

tonight added 'cost,' one of those tries at explaining what i do, why, for many years when so much else in people & events come & gone...melody like stirred dust...something in that thought...

[cenacle]

this morning added 'golden,' every new day lures, even the ones which seem to have the least promise, souls enter & hope for the new twist unexpected...

[cenacle]

tonight added 'warp,' i'm always looking for how the edges of things, the shadows, the obscure affect all, what is missed by not looking elsewhere than center stage, shining lights...

[cenacle]

this morning added 'scriptural,' i was asked by KD's mom for a very brief bit of poetry for the wedding program, i wrote this at lunch in a coffeehouse shadow, first day at job, i think...i was going to expand it, but, not, it stands alone in its utterance...KD's mother is very religious, this was my communication to her & others, my attempt to find where we stand near one another...

[cenacle]

tonight added 'bind,' a blow against the strictures people help onto themselves, and reinforce day by day until they little feel their burden, and limit...

[cenacle]

this afternoon added 'trauma,' while traveling in chicago, this pome my belief that cruelty is less the truth than need, always...

[cenacle]

this morning added 'sanction,' another damned rant, but i like the phrase 'smoking bite of flesh'...and 'desire is true law' is another current idea of mine...it was 3 am in chicago last night, i was in an all night poor people's eatery, and the hour seemed to yelp this belief in pain...