look who's selling out their hearts on the street
corners of Harlem
it's junkies intellectuals poets queers spies
anarchists marxists conservative socialists!
Housewives and husbands children elderly fools
bums chinamen buddhists christians hindus jews!
Whites blacks latinos orientals! The world! The world! oh-
the world is selling out her heart for the good
of God and heaven
and weeping perpetually on starry nights
on tiled rooftops on the streets paved and slick and shining on the bridge where I witnessed the motormobile accident-
three men stepped out of vehicles and lay down
their heart on the dripping pavement and loved
and forgave as young Zen Christs-oh
how I loved them and the moment that I danced in holier than thou exuberance! Love is the world-world is love's whore-whore's are love's nunnery-the priesthood is a clan of loveless whores-and the world is thus whoreless-woe to bearded beaded individuals who seek such company to
make love to in the dark-
and after hold moonlit conversations (they are
mad conversationists)-
in sweaty arms and twisted bed frames-
talking of love and 'will you read my poetry!? I
wrote of the doom of San Francisco!?' and 'I believe the San Andreas fault is the
way of bringing mexicali to the suburbs and
their grandchildren'-and talking of jazz and
marx-lenin and China rising-resurgent Russia-
airwaves screaming 'fear Russia!'-folly on
the part of capitalists-
and on a rooftop of raining gold,
the dove rests on the ark of my brow
and clucks dharma at midnight,
in midnight gold-Www@QuestionHome@Com