Read Online Poems 1959-2009 by Frederick Seidel - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Frederick Seidel
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young.
Iâm totally into strapping on the belt of dynamite
Which will turn me into light.
God is great! I suck Her tongue.
I meanâmy sunbursts, and there are cloudbursts.
My dynamite penis
Is totally into Venus.
My penis in Venus hungers and thirsts,
It burns and drowns.
My dynamite penis
Is into Venus.
The Atlantic off Sagaponack is freezing black today and frowns.
I enter the jellyfish folds
Of floating fire.
The mania in her labia can inspire
Extraordinary phenomena and really does cure colds.
It holds the Tower of Pisa above the freezing black waves.
The mania is why
I mention I am easily old enough to die,
And actually itâs the mania that saves
The Tower from falling over.
Climbing Everest is the miracleâwhich leaves the descent
And reporting to the world from an oxygen tent
In a soft pasture of cows and clover.
Happening girls parade around my hospice bed.
The tented canopy means I am in the rue de Seine in Paris.
It will embarrass
Me in Paris to be dead.
Itâs Polonius embarrassed behind the arras,
And the arras turning red.
Hamlet has outed Polonius and Sir Edmund Hillary will wed
Ophelia in Paris.
Give me Everest or give me death.
Give me altitude with an attitude.
But I am naked and nude.
I am constantly out of breath.
A naked woman my age is just a total nightmare,
But right now one is coming through the door
With a mop, to mop up the cow flops on the floor.
She kisses the train wreck in the tent and combs his white hair.
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ORGANIZED RELIGION
Will you? Everything? Anything? Weird stuff, too?
I want to do anything you want me to.
I will meet you in an hour in the mirror.
I will meet you in front of the mirror.
When the cars have their lights on in the daytime when itâs raining,
And the full-length bedroom mirror is the hostess entertaining,
And the summer downpour thrillingly thrashes the windows,
My naked in high heels shows me she can touch her toes!
The rainy city outside stretches around the world.
The rainy season inside the mirror gets whirled
Into a waterspout. No doubt
The dolphins in the mirror know what water is about!
You love it all.
I love it when you make me get down on all fours and crawl.
I put you on a leash and spank you.
I thank you.
The value of life which will end is unbearable,
And these are just some ways of bearing it. The joy is terrible.
The joy is actually terrible.
The sweetness of life is actually unbearable.
God looks up to His creation by dint of lying on the floor.
God lies there on His back on the carpet and looks. Thatâs what you are for.
Hike your skirt up higher. There is nothing higher or more
Than Him you stand over and adore!
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MOTHER NATURE
Mother Nature walked from Kenya.
Going faster is Italian.
Going fast got you nowhere.
Madagascar is impatiens.
Came the warriors of the nations,
Came the Delawares and Mohawks,
Came the Choctaws and Comanches,
Came the Mandans and Dacotahs,
Came the Hurons and Ojibways,
All the warriors drawn together
By the signal of the peace pipe.
And they stood there on the meadow,
With their weapons and their war gear,
Painted like the leaves of autumn,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Wildly glaring at each other.
The smiling Indian economy is running uphill inputting,
Outrunning a rising ocean of sweat.
The poor stay behind and drown
In their own brown.
Technology is the placenta
Feeding the fetus dreams.
It was high tide.
It was wet dreams.
Skira reproduced the paintings,
Mother Nature at Ajanta,
Her beauty, her big breasts,
Her athleticism, her shoreline, her high tides.
The orbit was Aryan.
Sanskrit debris floats by a boy in orbit in St. Louis.
Anything to see those breasts
In that art book!
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Hiawatha liked the white man,
Liked Caucasians, liked their smell.
From the waterfall he named her,
Laughing Water, Minnehaha.
Mother Nature, you, my
Iâm totally into strapping on the belt of dynamite
Which will turn me into light.
God is great! I suck Her tongue.
I meanâmy sunbursts, and there are cloudbursts.
My dynamite penis
Is totally into Venus.
My penis in Venus hungers and thirsts,
It burns and drowns.
My dynamite penis
Is into Venus.
The Atlantic off Sagaponack is freezing black today and frowns.
I enter the jellyfish folds
Of floating fire.
The mania in her labia can inspire
Extraordinary phenomena and really does cure colds.
It holds the Tower of Pisa above the freezing black waves.
The mania is why
I mention I am easily old enough to die,
And actually itâs the mania that saves
The Tower from falling over.
Climbing Everest is the miracleâwhich leaves the descent
And reporting to the world from an oxygen tent
In a soft pasture of cows and clover.
Happening girls parade around my hospice bed.
The tented canopy means I am in the rue de Seine in Paris.
It will embarrass
Me in Paris to be dead.
Itâs Polonius embarrassed behind the arras,
And the arras turning red.
Hamlet has outed Polonius and Sir Edmund Hillary will wed
Ophelia in Paris.
Give me Everest or give me death.
Give me altitude with an attitude.
But I am naked and nude.
I am constantly out of breath.
A naked woman my age is just a total nightmare,
But right now one is coming through the door
With a mop, to mop up the cow flops on the floor.
She kisses the train wreck in the tent and combs his white hair.
Â
ORGANIZED RELIGION
Will you? Everything? Anything? Weird stuff, too?
I want to do anything you want me to.
I will meet you in an hour in the mirror.
I will meet you in front of the mirror.
When the cars have their lights on in the daytime when itâs raining,
And the full-length bedroom mirror is the hostess entertaining,
And the summer downpour thrillingly thrashes the windows,
My naked in high heels shows me she can touch her toes!
The rainy city outside stretches around the world.
The rainy season inside the mirror gets whirled
Into a waterspout. No doubt
The dolphins in the mirror know what water is about!
You love it all.
I love it when you make me get down on all fours and crawl.
I put you on a leash and spank you.
I thank you.
The value of life which will end is unbearable,
And these are just some ways of bearing it. The joy is terrible.
The joy is actually terrible.
The sweetness of life is actually unbearable.
God looks up to His creation by dint of lying on the floor.
God lies there on His back on the carpet and looks. Thatâs what you are for.
Hike your skirt up higher. There is nothing higher or more
Than Him you stand over and adore!
Â
MOTHER NATURE
Mother Nature walked from Kenya.
Going faster is Italian.
Going fast got you nowhere.
Madagascar is impatiens.
Came the warriors of the nations,
Came the Delawares and Mohawks,
Came the Choctaws and Comanches,
Came the Mandans and Dacotahs,
Came the Hurons and Ojibways,
All the warriors drawn together
By the signal of the peace pipe.
And they stood there on the meadow,
With their weapons and their war gear,
Painted like the leaves of autumn,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Wildly glaring at each other.
The smiling Indian economy is running uphill inputting,
Outrunning a rising ocean of sweat.
The poor stay behind and drown
In their own brown.
Technology is the placenta
Feeding the fetus dreams.
It was high tide.
It was wet dreams.
Skira reproduced the paintings,
Mother Nature at Ajanta,
Her beauty, her big breasts,
Her athleticism, her shoreline, her high tides.
The orbit was Aryan.
Sanskrit debris floats by a boy in orbit in St. Louis.
Anything to see those breasts
In that art book!
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Hiawatha liked the white man,
Liked Caucasians, liked their smell.
From the waterfall he named her,
Laughing Water, Minnehaha.
Mother Nature, you, my
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