Real as a
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dreamI am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up whathappens when I try to move?
I dream that I moveand the effort moves and movestill I move / and my arm
Then I wake up / dismayed / I was dreaming / I was wakingwhen I was dreaming still / just try to remember next time in dreamsthat I am in dreaming.
And dream anything I want when I'm awaken.
When I'm in awakeness what do I desire?
I desire to fulfill my emotional belly.
My whole body my heart in my fingertips thrill with some old fulfillments.
Pages of celestial rhymes burning fire-wordsunconsumable but disappear.
Arcane parchments my own and the universe the answer.
Belly to Belly and knee to knee.
The hot spurt of my body to thee and theeold boy / dreamy Earl / you Prince of Paterson / now king of me /
Haledonfirst dream that made me take down my pantsurgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gangwas blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks awayall afternoon I told him about my magic SpellI can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chickencoops / white horsesstables and torture basements / I inspect my naked victimschained upside down / my fingertips thrill approval on their thighswhite hairless cheeks I may kiss all I wantat my mercy. on the racks.
I pass with my strong attendants / I am myself nakedbending down with my buttocks outfor their smacks of reproval / o the heat of desirelick shit in my asshole.
The strange gangacross the street / thru the grocerystore / in the wood alley / out in the openon the
Because I lied to the Dentist about that chickencoop roofing / slate stolen off his garageby me and the boy I loved who would punish me if he knewwhat I loved him.
That now I have had that boy back in another blond
Peter Orlovsky a Chinese teenager in Bangkok ten years twenty
Jo Army on the campus / white blond loins / my mouth hath kisses /full of his cock / my ass burning / full of his cockall that I do desire.
In dream and awakethis handsome body mine / answeredall I desired / intimate loves / open eyed / revealed at last / clothes on the floor Underwear the most revealing stripped off below the belly button in bed.
That's that / yes yes / the flat cocks the red pricks the gentle public hair / alone with memy magic spell.
My power / what I desire alone / what after thirty years / I got forever / after thirty years / satisfied enough with Peter / with all Iwanted /with many men I knew one generation / our sperm passinginto our mouths and bellies / beautiful when I love / given.
Now the dream oldens / I olden / my hair a year long / my thirtyeight birthday approaching.
I dream Iam bald / am disappearing / the campus unrecognizable / Haledon Avenuewill be covered with neon / motels / Supermarkets / ironthe porches and woods changed when i go back / to see Earl
He'll be bald / fleshy father / I could pursie him further in the
If there's still a garage on the hill / on the planet / when I get back.
From Asia.
If I could even remember his name or his face / or find him /When I was ten / perhaps he exists in some form.
With a belly and a belt and an
Whatever his last name / I never knew / in the phonebook / the Akashicrecords.
I'll write my Inspiration for all Mankind to remember,
My Idea, the secret cave / in the clothes closet / that house probably down /Nothing to go back to / everything's gone / only my ideathat's disappearing / even in dreams / gray dust piles / instant annihilationof World War II and all its stainless steel shining-mouthed cannonsmuch less me and my grammar school kisses / I never kissed in time / and go on kissing in dream and out on the street / as if it were for ever.
No forever left!
Even my oldest forever gone, in Bangkok, in Benares,swept up with words and bodies / all into the brown Ganges / passing the burning grounds and / into the police state.
My mind, my mind / you had six feet of Earth to hoe /Why didn't you remember and plant the seed of Law and gather the sproutsof What?the golden blossoms of what idea?
If I dream that I dream / what dreamshould I dream next?
Motorcycle rickshaws / parting lamp shine / littletaxis / horses hoofson this Saigon midnight street.
Angkor Wat ahead and the ruined city's
Hindu facesand there was a dream about Eternity.
What should I dream when I wake?
What's left to dream, more Chinese meat?
More magic Spells?
More youthsto love before I change & disappear?
More dream words?
For now that I know that I am dreaming / What next for you Allen?
Run down to the Presidents Palace full of Morphine /The cocks crowing / in the street / Dawn trucks / What is the question?
Do I need sleep, now that there's light in the window?
I'll go to sleep.
Signing off until / the next idea / the moving van arrivesemptyat the Doctor's house full of Chinese furniture.
