The Loft of Time Looms
My pain cries
inside of me - I smother it
with alcohol; laughter; drugs;
orgasms; - the Yin-yang life,
me in the middle
Good and Evil
playing Ping-pong together...
-in a basement- Filthy Losers
'hahahahaha'-ing
squeezing cold beer onto their teeth
Hollow chugging
into their throats - Esophagus Cathedrals
-Laughing, sad men who don't know what
to say exactly - Men who avoid feelings
and Big Books at all cost
To them, touching a big book
is worse than touching
another man's cock
Men and Women, fat and sexy alike
fucking their minds stupid
fucking their veins with needles
fucking their mouthes with cigarettes
screwing themselves and stimulating
that Frontal Lobe Brain-Clit
with 'Soma' TV!
Soma Real Housewives...
(who the hell are they trying to fool? ? , ...like we don't already know ALLLLL housewives are real! !)
Soma Food
Soma Cars
Soma Iphone
Soma shitty, shallow,6th-grade level reading popularized, like Harry Potter! ! !
Soma - thank you SOOOOOO MUCH!
They hide from the Light - Its too bright.
And me as well...I can't even read Kerouac
sometimes - it makes me cry
His pure, soul-obliterating and resurrecting
visions are too intense
for an intense soul sometimes...
Soooo...
50 or 60 years after
the 6 Gallery readings
and somehow the world
has forgotten Ginsberg
-forgotten freedom
and forgotten the choices we have
-while in the cage, like the
clipped-winged bird,
roosting and koo-kooing for some food, my peers
peek out and patiently wait
for their corporate gods, their master
Moms and master Dads, to stick a soothing
Super-Bowl Sunday-nipple
into their pathetic, snaggy baby mouthes
The loft of time looms
over the misty moon
and over rugged baseball games
-Over musty, cool city rain
made magical by neon lights-
Neon lights caressing puddles
and sidewalks of Eternity, and over
the people, with their rubber-soled
footsteps making the damp asphalt
sound indescribably, incredibly pure.
poem by Ray Quesada
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