Clifford Harris
GUY
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momentary collisions: often salacious
this endless search
(biological)
across
swirling mists of socialchaos
hmm hmm hmm; mumble chatterbuzz....
(automatons)
Waltzing (grimly) through convoluted gridlock
honk! honk! honk! -- blasts impatience!
fury overwhelming radio music groove: Damn!
We'll never get there
There?!
An amaranthine garden of passionbliss
(the last modern myth)
But, solitary man, with whom do you converse?
Through opaque doors
into
vodka cacophony and cigarette billow:
Disentangled from traffic clutter, the
roaring highway rush speed thrill
(exhilarating)
up a twisting blacktop ladder
carved through
an explorer's mysterious greenlush valley
lungs feasting air condition processed air:
A contemporary celebration of freedom
(he always arrives late);
Miraculous luminescent oceanblue eyes by crowned
goldstreaked brown
warm spring rain, consoling delicious,
the sweet aroma of soaked life renewed
(unanswered heart song)
already enrapture brightened
amidst twirl swoon whirl dance
&with
fiveoclock shadow brownleather clad Mulligan
Across smoghaze of memory
we sit
in that midtown cafe, soulless plastic:
staring unpleasantly;
divorced by
ominous silence pause
&(a cemetery's bespooked quietude
interrupted
by fluorescent whitenoise buzz)
your cherished visage pained slightly
my being
decomposing into agonycompost
(you'd just said)
"I need to move on". . .
The list of battle:
music bass thumps electroudly,
some dance, some laugh, participating
&in this
collective game:
Huddled, he, covetous
(neglected)
self-conscious in solitude, swigs gin and stares
the tilted radiance of a neck on which balanced
beauty's golden apple
Signal scramble preventing cable theft
Invalid passcode!
Access denied!
modem disconnects and blipfades the
sprawling communication spiderweave
(computerhum silence)
Remorselessly, the belt progresses,
-- thump! thump!
an interminable noplace road:
this uniquely modern painwaltz,
(out of sweatpools blossoms
& the pungent narcissus)
a sterilized ritual of internet venus
Excruciating tossnturn empty bed lamentation
the elongated silent midnight hours,
a festering wound:
surrounded by skyraping phalli
anachronistic meadows
a contrived atmosphere for silent
desperate disenfranchised banishment longing
for quivering warm wombdance body caress
-- Life!!
(you'd just said)
"I need to move on". . .
Heeding nightly nature's call to arms:
among argonauts
in a
techno tin can, miraculous:
The Flight of the Virgin!!
Golden Fleece
transmogrified
into lust provoking smile
(desire's radiance)
tormenting needpain pang beckons
him onwards:
our version of the quantum dance,
this constant quest for phantoms in the void
of romance myth
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debauched pursuit
of imagined unreal idealized shuddering bliss
(Nietzschean snake)
every fatality, birth's exuberant roar replayed
(you'd just said)
"I need to move on". . .
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