that the U.N. is Good ? Bad ? Indifferent ? for American interests Check One
Research has shown that Christian Reconstructionist homosexuality is Sin, Lesbianism crime against nature, AIDS a plague sent to punish gay Angelmakers
bisexuality disapproved by 51% Americans
Research has shown that teen headshakers watching TV get more IQ tests than natives of Amazon & Ucayali rivers who have no antennae
Research has shown whales & porpoises to subscribe to a Higher Intelligence
Research has shown that Elitist Individualism Spiritual Corruption & Degenerate Art caused Dictatorships in Soviet Union China and Germany
that possession of pornography by American Family Institute has resulted in 35% increase in sex crimes among institute librarians
viewing murderous behavior on TV sitcoms resulted in 100% increased violent language behavior by intercontinental Heads of State
To conclude research has shown that the material universe does not exist
May 20, 1992
PUT DOWN YOUR CIGARETTE RAG
Put Down Your Cigarette Rag (Dont Smoke)
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke
It’s a nine billion dollar
Capitalist Communist joke
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke
Smoking makes you cough,
You cant sing straight
You gargle on saliva
& vomit on your plate
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke,
Dont smoke smoke smoke smoke
You smoke in bed
You smoke on the hill
Smoke till yr dead
You smoke in Hell
Dont smoke dont smoke in living Hell Dope Dope
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
You puff your fag
You suck your butt
You choke & gag
Teeth full of crud
Smoke smoke smoke smoke Dont dont dont
Dont Dont Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke Dont Dope
Pay your two bucks
for a deathly pack
Trust your bad luck
& smoke in the sack
Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Nicotine Nicotine No
No dont smoke the official Dope Smoke Dope Dope
Four Billion dollars in Green
’swat Madison Avenue gets
t’ advertise nicotine
& hook you radical brats
Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Dont Smoke
Nope Nope Dope Dope Hoax Hoax Hoax Hoax
Dopey Dope Dopey Dope Dope Dope dope dope
Black magic pushes dope
Sexy chicks in cars
America loses hope
& smokes and drinks in bars
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke,
dont smoke dont dont dont dont
choke choke choke choke kaf kaf
Kaf Kaf Choke Choke
Choke Choke Dope Dope
Communism’s flopped
Let’s help the Soviet millions
Sell ’em our Coffin-Nails
& make a couple billions
Big Bucks Big Bucks bucks bucks
bucks bucks smoke smoke smoke smoke
smoke bucks smoke bucks Dope bucks big
Dope Bucks Dig Big Dope Bucks Big Dope
Bucks dont smoke big dope bucks
Dig big Pig dope bucks
Nine billion bucks a year
a Southern Industry
Buys Senator Jesse Fear who pushes Tobacco subsidy
In the Senate Foreign Relations Committee
Dope smokes dope smokes dont smoke dont smoke
Cloak cloak cloak room cloak & dagger
smoke room cloak room dope cloak
cloak room dope cloak room dope dont smoke
Nine billion bucks for dope
approved by Time & Life
America loses hope
The President smokes Tobacco votes
Dont Smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke nope nope nope nope
20 thousand die of coke
Illegal speed each year
400 thousand cigarette deaths
That’s the drug to fear
Dont smoke Dont smoke Dont smoke
Get Hooked on Cigarettes
Go Fight the War on Drugs
Smoke any other Weed
Get bust by Government Thugs
Dont smoke dont smoke the official dope
If you will get in bed
& give your girlfriend head
then you wont want a fag
Nor evermore a drag
Dont Smoke dont smoke Hope Hope Hope Hope
O Please Dont Smoke Dont Smoke
O Please O Please O Please
I’m calling on my knees
Twenty-four hours in bed
& give your boyfriend head
Put something in your mouth
Like skin not cigarette filth
Suck tit suck tit suck cock suck cock
suck clit suck prick suck it
but dont smoke nicotine dont smoke
dont smoke nicotine nicotine it’s
too obscene dont smoke dont smoke
nicotine suck cock suck prick suck tit
suck clit suck it But don’t smoke shit nope
nope nope nope Dope Dope Dope Dope
the official dope Dont Smoke
Make believe yer sick
Stay in bed and lick
yr cigarette habit greed
One day’s all you need
In deed in deed in deed in deed smoke weed
smoke weed Put something green
in between but don’t smoke smoke dont smoke
hope hope hope hope Nicotine dont
smoke the official dope
Dope Dope Dope Dope Don’t Smoke
1971; June 21, 1992
VIOLENT COLLABORATIONS
Violent Collaborations
Violate me
in violet times
the vilest way that you know
Ruin me
Ravage me
utterly savage me
on me no mercy bestow
—OLD SONG, 1944
Trespass against me
& penetrate deeply
Spare me not even your rape
Tie me up quickly
make me smile sickly
Seal up my mouth with scotch tape
—AG
Piss on me Crap on me
Wipe your fat ass on me
Make me a creature you loathe
Sorely harass me
Dont even ask me
But deal me your ultimate blow
—PH
Ignore me & stomp on me
Crack your big whip on me
Make me get down on my knees
Order me suck your dick
spank me & do it quick
Shove it in deep as you please
—AG & PH
Stun me & shun me
slave me & shave me
Give me your loathsome disease
Fuck me & fist me
in your army enlist me
Poop on me when you’re at ease
—AG & PH
Degrade & debase me
in public deface me
come on my beard in the mud
Double me over
in summertime clover
then hose me down w/your stud
—AG & PH
With Peter Hale
June 1992
Calm Panic Campaign Promise
End of Millennium
Earth’s decay—
Fire Air Water tainted
We’re the Great Beast—
Dark bed thoughts
Can’t do anything to stop it—
Denial in Government, in Newspapers of Record—
Like watching gum disease & not brushing teeth
Gett
ing heart failure, no rest much stress
Putting salt on your greasy pork
Putting sugar in coffee you’re diabetic
Dysesthesia on foot soles
Poor circulation smoke more cigarettes
Kick your son under the table have another beer
Need President who’ll reverse the denial—
The Calm Panic Party
to restore nature’s balance.
July 9, 1992, 12:55 A.M.
Now and Forever
I’ll settle for Immortality—
Not thru the body
Not thru the eyes
Star-spangled high mountains
waning moon over Aspen peaks
But thru words, thru the breath
of long sentences
loves I have, heart beating
still,
inspiration continuous, exhalation of
cadenced affection
These immortal survive America,
survive the fall of States
Departure of my body,
mouth dumb dust
This verse broadcasts desire,
accomplishment of Desire
Now and forever boys can read
girls dream, old men cry
Old women sigh
youth still come.
July 19, 1992
Aspen
Who Eats Who?
A crow sits on the prayerflagpole,
her mate blackwinged walks the wet green grass, worms?
Yesterday seagulls skimmed the choppy waves,
feet touching foamed breakers
looking for salmon? halibut? sole?
Bacteria eat parameciums or vice versa,
viruses enter cells, white cell count low—
Tooth & claw on TV, lions strike down antelope—
Whales sift transparent krill thru bearded teeth.
Every cannibal niche fulfilled, Amazon
headhunters eat testicles—
Enemy’s powers & energy become mine!
August 13, 1992
Gampo Abbey, Nova Scotia
The Charnel Ground
… rugged and raw situations, and having accepted them as part of your home ground, then some spark of sympathy or compassion could take place. You are not in a hurry to leave such a place immediately. You would like to face the facts, realities of that particular world. …
FROM A COMMENTARY ON THE SADHANA OF MAHAMUDRA, Chögyam TRUNGPA, RINPOCHE
Upstairs Jenny crashed her car & became a living corpse, Jake sold grass, the white-bearded potbelly leprechaun silent climbed their staircase
Ex-janitor John from Poland averted his eyes, cheeks flushed with vodka, wine who knew what
as he left his groundfloor flat, refusing to speak to the inhabitant of Apt. 24
who’d put his boyfriend in Bellevue, calling police, while the artistic Buddhist composer
on sixth floor lay spaced out feet swollen with water, dying slowly of AIDS over a year—
The Chinese teacher cleaned & cooked in Apt. 23 for the homosexual poet who pined for his gymnast
thighs & buttocks— Downstairs th’ old hippie flower girl fell drunk over the banister, smashed her jaw—
her son despite moderate fame cheated of rocknroll money, twenty thousand people in stadiums
cheering his tattooed skinhead murderous Hare Krishna vegetarian drum lyrics—
Mary born in the building rested on her cane, heavy-legged with heart failure on the second landing, no more able
to vacation in Caracas & Dublin— The Russian landlady’s husband from concentration camp disappeared again—nobody mentioned he’d died—
tenants took over her building for hot water, she couldn’t add rent & pay taxes, wore a long coat hot days
alone & thin on the street carrying groceries to her crooked apartment silent—
One poet highschool teacher fell dead mysterious heart dysrhythmia, konked over
in his mother’s Brooklyn apartment, his first baby girl a year old, wife stoical a few days—
their growling noisy little dog had to go, the baby cried—
Meanwhile the upstairs apartment meth head shot cocaine & yowled up and down
East 12th Street, kicked out of Christine’s Eatery till police cornered him, ’top a hot iron steamhole
near Stuyvesant Town Avenue A telephone booth calling his deaf mother—sirens speed the way to Bellevue—
past whispering grass crack salesman jittering in circles on East 10th Street’s
southwest corner where art yuppies come out of the overpriced Japanese Sushi Bar—& they poured salt into potato soup heart failure vats at KK’s Polish restaurant
—Garbage piled up, nonbiodegradable plastic bags emptied by diabetic sidewalk homeless
looking for returnable bottles recycled dolls radios half-eaten hamburgers—thrown-away Danish—
On 13th Street the notary public sat in his dingy storefront, driver’s lessons & tax returns prepared on old metal desks—
Sunnysides crisped in butter, fries & sugary donuts passed over the luncheonette counter next door—
The Hispanic lady yelled at the rude African-American behind the Post Office window
“I waited all week my welfare check you sent me notice I was here yesterday
I want to see the supervisor bitch dont insult me refusing to look in—”
Closed eyes of Puerto Rican wino lips cracked skin red stretched out
on the pavement, naphtha backdoor open for the Korean family dry cleaners at the 14th Street corner—
Con Ed workmen drilled all year to bust electric pipes 6 feet deep in brown dirt
so cars bottlenecked wait minutes to pass the M14 bus stopped mid-road, heavy dressed senior citizens step down in red rubble
with Reduced Fare Program cards got from grey city Aging Department offices downtown up the second flight by elevators don’t work—
News comes on the radio, they bomb Baghdad and the Garden of Eden again?
A million starve in Sudan, mountains of eats stacked on docks, local gangs & U.N.’s trembling bureaucrat officers sweat near the equator arguing over
wheat piles shoved by bulldozers—Swedish doctors ran out of medicine— The Pakistan taxi driver
says Salman Rushdie must die, insulting the Prophet in fictions—
“No that wasn’t my opinion, just a character talking like in a poem no judgment”—
“Not till the sun rejects you do I,” so give you a quarter by the Catholic church 14th St. you stand half drunk
waving a plastic glass, flush-faced, live with your mother a wounded look on your lips, eyes squinting,
receding lower jaw sometimes you dry out in Bellevue, most days cadging dollars for sweet wine
by the corner where Plump Blindman shifts from foot to foot showing his white cane, rattling coins in a white paper cup some weeks
where girding the subway entrance construction sawhorses painted orange
guard steps underground— And across the street the NYCE bank machine cubicle door sign reads
Not in Operation as taxis bump on potholes asphalt mounded at the crossroad when red lights change green
& I’m on my way uptown to get a CAT scan liver biopsy, visit the cardiologist,
account for high blood pressure, kidneystones, diabetes, misty eyes & dysesthesia—
feeling lack in feet soles, inside ankles, small of back, phallus head, anus—
Old age sickness death again come round in the wink of an eye—
High school youth the inside skin of my thighs was silken smooth tho
nobody touched me there back then—
Across town the velvet poet takes Darvon N, Valium nightly, sleeps all
day kicking methadone
between brick walls sixth floor in a room cluttered with collages & gold
dot paper scraps covered
with words: “The whole point seems to be the idea of giving away the
>
giver.”
August 19, 1992
Everyday
The Lama sat
in bed
with bamboo
backscratcher
his false teeth
in a big
glass of water
on the sunny
windowsill.
August 1992
Fun House Antique Store
I’d been motoring through States &
stopped at a country antique store, an
old-fashioned house, in excellent condition—
Flower’d wallpaper, polished banisters
lampshades dusted, candelabra burnished
flaming quiet by the cloak closet
under the stairs, pitcher of water & white
washbowls beside the french doors
embroidered doilies & artificial flowers
ivory & light brown on mahogany
side tables, a brass bowl for cards,
kitchen with polished stove cold ready
at Summer’s end to light up with split
wood & kindling in buckets beside
the empty fireplace, tongs & screen
in neat order. The second floor as
perfectly appointed as the foyer
(set with hat & cane rack & mirror)
stairway rugs & oaken doors, down beds
a glass-front bookcase, brown shiny bureaus,
drawers crammed with old ties & bloomers,
celluloid collars, some long-sleeved underwear, silk
& paisley shirts & shawls—and the stairs
to the third-floor attic rose five steep steps
into a blank wall nicely wallpapered with roses.
What a delicate touch, trompe l’oeil
artistry, what charming care & magical consciousness
arranged this antique shop, so practical
for display as Bed-and-Breakfast wayfarer’s
stop-over & lampshade collector’s twee daydream—
Yet it was a modern commercial establishment
we’d entered casually on our own road
through Maryland to see our lawyer in D.C.—
One attendant who observed us admiring his home
appointments watched us turn to go—
I wished to make a speech: “Congratulations
on your work of Ahrt, your antique care
& delicate intelligence, as if Messrs. McDermott
& McGough photographed the 1880s entire