one day there’ll be no one
to kiss & to adore
& to embrace & more
lie down with side by side
tender as a bride
gentle under my touch—
Prick I love to suck.
Church bells ring again
in Heidelberg as when
in New York City town
I lay my belly down
against a boy friend’s buttock
and couldn’t get it up.
’Spite age and common Fate
I’d hoped love’d hang out late
I’d never lack for thighs
on which to sigh my sighs
This day it seems the truth
I can’t depend on youth,
I can’t keep dreaming love
I can’t pray heav’n above
or call the pow’rs of hell
to keep my body well
occupied with young devils
tongueing at my navel.
I stole up from my bed
to that of a well-bred
young friend who shared my purse
and noted my tender verse,
I held him by the ass
waiting for sweat to pass
until he said Go back
I said that I would jack
myself away, not stay
& so he let me play
Allergic to my come—
I came, & then went home.
This can’t go on forever,
this poem, nor my fever
for brown eyed mortal joy,
I love a straight white boy.
Ah the circle closes
Same old withered roses!
I haven’t found an end
I can fuck & defend
& no more can depend
on youth time to amend
what old ages portend—
Love’s death, & body’s end.
Heidelberg, December 15, 1979, 8 A.M.
Ruhr-Gebiet
Too much industry
too much eats
too much beer
too much cigarettes
Too much philosophy
too many thought forms
not enough rooms—
not enough trees
Too much Police
too much computers
too much hi fi
too much Pork
Too much coffee
too much smoking
under gray slate roofs
Too much obedience
Too many bellies
Too many business suits
Too much paperwork
too many magazines
Too much industry
No fish in the Rhine
Lorelei poisoned
Too much embarrassment
Too many fatigued
workers on the train
Ghost Jews scream
on the streetcorner
Too much old murder
too much white torture
Too much one Stammheim
too many happy Nazis
Too many crazy students
Not enough farms
not enough Appletrees
Not enough nut trees
Too much money
Too many poor
turks without vote
“Guests” do the work
Too much metal
Too much fat
Too many jokes
not enough meditation
Too much anger
Too much sugar
Too many smokestacks
Not enough snow
Too many radioactive
plutonium wastebarrels
Take the Rhine gold
Build a big tomb
A gold walled grave
to bury this deadly nuclear slag
all the Banks’ gold
Shining impenetrable
All the German gold
will save the Nation
Build a gold house
to bury the Devil
Heidelberg, December 15, 1979
Love Forgiven
Tubingen-Hamburg Schlafwagen
I
Why am I so angry at Kissinger?
Kent State? Terrorism began in 1968!
“Berlin Student Protesting Shah Shot by Police.”
II
Building lights above black water!
passing over a big river, railroad bridge & tower.
Mmm Fairyland! Must be Frankfurt!
December 1979
Love Forgiven
Straight and slender
Youthful tender
Love shows the way
And never says nay
Light & gentle-
