The Olympics
have descended into
red
velvet basement
theaters
of Centrum
long long hair over skeleton boys
thin black ties, pale handsome
cheeks--and
screams and screams,
Orchestra mob ecstasy rising from
this new generation of buttocks and
eyes
and
tender nipples
Because the body moves again, the
body
dances again, the body
sings
again
the body screams new-born after
War, infants cursed with secret cold
jail
deaths of the Fifties
Now
girls with new breasts and striplings
wearing soft golden puberty hair--
1000 voices scream five minutes long
clapping thousand handed in great ancient measure
saluting the Meat God of XX century
that moves through the theater like the
secret rhythm
of the belly in
Orgasm
Kalki!
Apocalypse
Christ!
Maitreya!
Grim Chronos weeps
tired
into the saxophone,
The Earth is Saved! Next number!
SHE'S A WOMAN
Electric
guitar red bells!
and Ganymede emerges stomping
his
feet for Joy on the stage
and bows to the ground, and weeping, GIVES.
Oh the power of God on his throne
constantly
surrounded by white drums
right hand Sceptered beating brass cymbals!
Big Beat (Allen
Ginsburg)
Praque,
March 11, 1965
