Thirty years ago today
On Sunday I got up a little after 10:30. I had two oranges and three coffees and did some writing. I'd transcribed almost all of the poems I wanted to into my reading book, except for "Snow on a Poppy". I wrote a great piece inspired by the group poem I'd started at Mudds.
Seven Shades Of Blues
Freedom loving children
virgins to the thrust
that rips the hole in innocence
and frees the fire of lust
to temper the foundation of
a higher innocence
and raise the boundaries up above
for the diamond’s just ascent
We think we’re floating with our legs spread
in a weightless place of love
but it's just a higher planet that
we’re now in orbit of
cratered with crash landings
pock marked with defeat
it's just a clearer mirror view
of the histories we repeat
Mom and dad want baby’s freedom
the child wants mom and dad’s
Man wants to be the angel that
desires to be a man
Freedom marries slavery
and their child transcends them both
Rebellion drags us to the grave
resistance leads to growth.
So wrestle with that angel
but never let it lose
The rainbow road to Asgard’s paved
with seven shades of blues
I started calling the group poem "The Orgasmic Word Orgy" and then I changed it to "The Orgasmic Alphabet Orgy". I wanted Diana, Jodie, Ray, and Yehuda to also do something. I did some Venus zodiac charts and then I went out to call Diana Dufretes. She wanted me to meet her downtown at 21:00. I went home and then Nancy showed up. She wanted me to take our daughter after her parents got back from Hamilton. She said she would come by at midnight to see if I was home. I wrote this on the Queen streetcar at Yonge Street.
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