True Love Again
6-25-06 This Is It
In China you are only allowed to have one child per family. Poverty is discouraged as is greed. In America everybody is encouraged to indulge & produce & consume at maximum levels of over-efficiency. Dow Jones is God. And if you are so unlucky as to be born in the ghetto then you are left to deal drugs or rot. Unless you're a superstar. The smart ones discard their offspring & leave town. But it is illegal to kill your kids in America. So if you can't sneak them away in the trash America itself will do the job for you. They'll just deny you food & a warm room. That'll take care of business. Others they hit over the head with a Bible & mail to some outpost in Arizona or Utah or Wyoming or Texas or Florida. Walter Cronkheit never heard about it. The news didn't reach his offices. Barbara Walters was busy in bed with Henry Kissinger giving head. Dan Rather was in texas with his cowboy hat on riding herd over his potential biographers. And Tom Brokaw was at home writing another book of effusive saliva encomiating veterans of World War 3. He wasn't sure it was World war 3 he was writing about but he thought so & most people would agree. Thomas Jefferson on the other hand who bought with U.S. dollars for 15 million smackers The Louisiana Territory from Napoleon of France---Tom was said to have immigated to Paris where the light was better & the food and thought and women more promising.
The learned philosophers squabbled concerning meanings of obscure terms, phrases long out of use & dysfunctional from a dead & barbarian tongue. They all laughed at the ghosts in the laboratory that lit up the room with ancient excitement. Then they went back to their motel rooms showered & dried put on their duds & went home to mow the lawn, water the grass & eat supper with the family at a table that didn't look the same as before. A table is only a table, one thought sitting there-----but still, every time I sit is the first time in this posture of circumstances. The wife is not the same as the last time & the last time she was not the same as the time before. Ergo, I also must appear unique to other eyes each new moment that erases the one it succeeded. Fuck! What am I saying to myself? Did Beauty not walk past my table in the cafe 10 minutes ago when I sat alone innocently contemplating my fate in the eternal scheme of things-----innocent, that is to say, of gross motivations fuelled by the vulgar consumer society of profits & losses. Yes she did. Gladly. I saw happiness in her eyes for that one glistening moment. Washed the cobwebs out of my head. Planted a tiny seed of love in the pupils of my eyes. And that's funny. She dropped the love potion in my eyes. Went straight through my brain dropped down neat & clean. Hit the heart dead center. Knocked the cholesterol out of my arteries. This fine needle of love barely visible penetrated my whole system. Falling down through the whole complex. It travelled ala the capillaries. Landed in groin. Through the intestines & all the wayside channels. Neat & clean. Fire of life. Leaving no smudges. Bit through the opaque obfuscations of the interior. Put sharpness inside the lagging economy of the sexual. Ate the death out of the sleeping cells. In that simple singular act caused the quickening of the comatose life force. One minuscule droplet of love originating in her eyes & transferred to mine.
Thus it was called a fatal potion of irresistible magical powers in the majestic days of Gothic Medievalism. It was rumored to be an actual potion that the true lovers had swallowed that made them agents of irresistible & irrevocable Romantic Love. So omnipotent is the unadulterated gaze of true love when it is pure & mutual.
RLG Copyright 2006
In China you are only allowed to have one child per family. Poverty is discouraged as is greed. In America everybody is encouraged to indulge & produce & consume at maximum levels of over-efficiency. Dow Jones is God. And if you are so unlucky as to be born in the ghetto then you are left to deal drugs or rot. Unless you're a superstar. The smart ones discard their offspring & leave town. But it is illegal to kill your kids in America. So if you can't sneak them away in the trash America itself will do the job for you. They'll just deny you food & a warm room. That'll take care of business. Others they hit over the head with a Bible & mail to some outpost in Arizona or Utah or Wyoming or Texas or Florida. Walter Cronkheit never heard about it. The news didn't reach his offices. Barbara Walters was busy in bed with Henry Kissinger giving head. Dan Rather was in texas with his cowboy hat on riding herd over his potential biographers. And Tom Brokaw was at home writing another book of effusive saliva encomiating veterans of World War 3. He wasn't sure it was World war 3 he was writing about but he thought so & most people would agree. Thomas Jefferson on the other hand who bought with U.S. dollars for 15 million smackers The Louisiana Territory from Napoleon of France---Tom was said to have immigated to Paris where the light was better & the food and thought and women more promising.
The learned philosophers squabbled concerning meanings of obscure terms, phrases long out of use & dysfunctional from a dead & barbarian tongue. They all laughed at the ghosts in the laboratory that lit up the room with ancient excitement. Then they went back to their motel rooms showered & dried put on their duds & went home to mow the lawn, water the grass & eat supper with the family at a table that didn't look the same as before. A table is only a table, one thought sitting there-----but still, every time I sit is the first time in this posture of circumstances. The wife is not the same as the last time & the last time she was not the same as the time before. Ergo, I also must appear unique to other eyes each new moment that erases the one it succeeded. Fuck! What am I saying to myself? Did Beauty not walk past my table in the cafe 10 minutes ago when I sat alone innocently contemplating my fate in the eternal scheme of things-----innocent, that is to say, of gross motivations fuelled by the vulgar consumer society of profits & losses. Yes she did. Gladly. I saw happiness in her eyes for that one glistening moment. Washed the cobwebs out of my head. Planted a tiny seed of love in the pupils of my eyes. And that's funny. She dropped the love potion in my eyes. Went straight through my brain dropped down neat & clean. Hit the heart dead center. Knocked the cholesterol out of my arteries. This fine needle of love barely visible penetrated my whole system. Falling down through the whole complex. It travelled ala the capillaries. Landed in groin. Through the intestines & all the wayside channels. Neat & clean. Fire of life. Leaving no smudges. Bit through the opaque obfuscations of the interior. Put sharpness inside the lagging economy of the sexual. Ate the death out of the sleeping cells. In that simple singular act caused the quickening of the comatose life force. One minuscule droplet of love originating in her eyes & transferred to mine.
Thus it was called a fatal potion of irresistible magical powers in the majestic days of Gothic Medievalism. It was rumored to be an actual potion that the true lovers had swallowed that made them agents of irresistible & irrevocable Romantic Love. So omnipotent is the unadulterated gaze of true love when it is pure & mutual.
RLG Copyright 2006
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