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The Wild Flower Powers Act
ascertaining all the good that is in the Gods
Gods spelled with a capital awful
and preceding from there to the d for damned
the s of snakes in coupling, if plural
which is the only way
and back from the s's
over the awful of d and the blank vowel
to G the goddamned, the gee
of Gee Jesus whodunit Christ
the master on the Paul
jacking off Christianity
Peter & Paul
& the holy rod
stood like common ordinary prick juices
between them
Peter & Paul & the horse
the nightmare of the cross buried
upside down & forgotten
coming up in supermarket lilies
at exactly the wrong time
Jesus syringed out of God
over Paul showing him
the mystic rod to beat his women with
is how Paul interpreted
& spread the original joy
down through the Church
the Church with a big S hissing
churches of the rock of Peter
hard to stone
spilling or rather
shooting the hardon into the female church
burst the doors out with
pretend sperm
as the male gods refused goddesses
and rubbed their come on the backs of altars
the hems of their vesicles
chasubles and the rest of their impoverished
rich filth
that made up the masculine lurch
from the feminine
cunt-opera-stone rather to specific
vulva altar
like an acorn entering–
I abominate the history of the Catholic Church
(and the Protestant is no protest now... )
I feel free to commit myself
to freedom from it
and all its old-fashioned
Popery puke
knee-deep in repression
forked-tongue altars
split-image confessions
power-cocked ears
wealth-misused to
extract from the mob
diamonds.& emeralds
rubies back
out of their breaking backs
humping for more tithes
the orgasmic coffers of the church
with little token Mary's
our Lady of Sorrows
our Virgin of Guadalupe
robbing Cihuacoatl
of her skirts.
Toss off what burns
anything painful is not part of the good
in gods
and one "o" to gods, it's goods–
erase the church it's
goods
the churches
tied-up masturbatory lurches
the women priests
under their thumbs
under their knees
under the foundations of the churches
come rolling out in the light of day
a new subway rakes off the clay
and exposes the Goddess
the mask behind the face looks
the God in the Goddess
several tons of exact
definition
the train of events
surrounding the circle
of ancient daddy, old-time mammy
that old couple
that old goat, old nanny
that old fashioned
Southern family
from way down
deep down
the archeologist hands me
just such picture
of what he found there
this was she & he in trees
in gorgeous swamps
mosquito ridden
hiding in the hills
the groom runs up with best man
to find her or is it her
hiding there
it is her passing
the wild flowers act
the power of the two like scales of form
stations of the house
the office, the club
the legislature, congress
chief of staff
the board of poets and sculptors
like scales of function
space and matter
the governing bodies race to the top
where there's only two there
sometimes doubled
sometimes tripled.
Going out with god becomes
going with the gods becomes
getting the goods–
they are goods
when they pop out at you
or caressed
rise up to you
when blessed
warm up in you when
gentled hold,
surround you are
the us
of lust
the lie
of life
that is just
that is lying down
duplicity emerges
one to the other
in exact duplicates
that become opposites
two males as different as
night and day
two females worlds
apart
all thrown together
to make up gods
that focus on
the man, the men
and woman, women
they are, they are
or were found again
to be totally new–
caught with the goods
the man as far away from the woman
as he can be
rides the same horse
he tamed –
she made the horse
comes back in
with her fins
guiding–
he turns after
swimming in their house
with their goods
compressed air fills the tires of his truck–
hot air blows
her hair dry
quickly–it’s so short–
quickly they’re so small
that is the circles of air
they breathe
surrounding earth
with all its goods.
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / 4Oct84
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