POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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2. The Mightiness Of It
I want more
than a distracted whistling in the blood
I want more
for my years of pulverizing
than the wanton flicking
of your giddy soul
around the next corner around the corner
there it is:
the absolute singing of the crazy people
I”M COMING here I come
but this is not what I want to say
I want to say your breasts your arms
your jaw your kneecap your
gray red cells in the brain
your belly!
I want to feel the push
& the pulling back
all the rest is all silly shit
all the rest—————poetry
I don’t want it I’m sick of it
poetry——PAH!—— I want
my hands full of woman flesh
There it is there it is
forget all the rest
pull the flush handle into the awful time
eternity——BLACK
I wont get what I want
and I dont want black red veined eternity
for there is the absolute singing
and the crazy people see me
I’M COMING HERE I COME
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