Conventional Saturday town mores,
Sun on hedgerows, Kentucky 31E,
a clerk in a bookstore --
(This valley spirit
by-product of a strange moon
isn't dying)
-- is here to serve after all.
Alerted to a trip through driest Arabia,
battles on the Rhine, imagine
moonshine runs on the Green --
the only stand of wild bloodroot
for eighty miles lies
beside the still and
the revenue agent is a fool.
The counter jumper, 120 proof is he
who studies when Hwa Rang youth
sprung renaissance on ancient Koryo,
has a body knowledge surpassing
the mind, approaches the protege
& sees blues and blondes, tendons
of a corded arm that has
trawled for experience
dredged history, shaken at dawn
the reticent physique, centered
and rejuvenating
pleasure -- barren? Become that too!
jugular, throbbing,
hISness a ruler.
There are two sides to that law:
impersonal irrational God of
fervent terror (Moloch) and
personal irrational covenant (Daibhath).
(Jonathan) of desire united that
attains, changes terror -- (Saul)
-- like the smiles
and grunts of a man
first time fucked,
guilt (dishonestly imposed)
banished by truer forms of dirty.
Synchronous, aloof, that the real is.
1 May 1996
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