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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
ANDY CLAUSEN
For Janine
The
oak tree convinces me of its strength
It is a teacher
The
maple sapling of Asian descent
Struggling through a dry spell
The
sun muting hemlocks in a war
with their white infestation
the fuzzy adelgid
The
ever populous poplars
The
seductive air emanating
from harshless electric ferns
There's
room for many
in
the sustenance
The
forest displays the lights
of
all human paintings
The
needle pointillism
is a
complete and unfailing mother
Living
wood stands
The Commune of the Future
The
insects champion variety
and outrageous shape
pushing the
boundaries of beauty
beyond experience
An
ancient harmony of myriads
emphasizing and isolating
every sound not of it
The
dramas of loud human family arguments
Big
wheeler cargo tires and roar another gear
Choppers
above up to no good
Relentless
chain saws, back hoes, timber crack
& thud
as dogs
bark and dogs bark
It
could be a cat, a coyote, a fox, the bear
and water begins to boil
in
the homes and monasteries
We
fly without machines
over tors that look
like hardened muscle
of
stone masons
We
float over tribal vista aretes
and metaphysical peaks
Waves
crashing glistening spectrums
exploding on the behemoth grey rocks
where the Mayakovskys and Isabelle Eberharts
hear the verse and saga
with direct
orders to be written
in
the place where adventurers
dream a reality
running eclectic
in silken wolds jubilant
bouncing through the splendid quag
singing to the
fecund rotting duff
O
elegant mushrooms and low ground berries
Behold
the feral flowers of prairie and tundra
Heroic
genetics of renegades
the well bred roses are not your enemy
glorify and hosannah
the
columbines and loose strife
and big leafy hibiscus
and the
mosaic meshed mandalas of randomness
weaved into One
I'm
beginning to see Design
The
great books explain it
But
the heavenly blues of morning glory
delighted me
The
poets and prophets sweat and secreted it
The
scriptures outlined location
The
scientists analyzed it to death
The
priests tried to market it
The
leaders of armies were ready
to
kill for it
The
world was prepared to pay
or
make it pay
One
thing for sure
the world did not want it free
but I knew
the running water
I
had slept in a private way
with the woman who danced
in
the sky
I
had gone down on the ground
I
touched her flesh
We
are the sparkling belt of Orion
We
are the orange moon
and the result of the sun's light
The
eyes hold the jewels
The
thighs the lotus
yes I'm beginning to see Design
[Originally
published in NHS 2003, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs03/clausen.html.]