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College: For Love Of ________
(Jan.20,1943 / Oklahoma)

College: For Love Of ________

In a house by a highway by a railroad
Eyes open to a self-set sleep-destroying buzzer
That waking mind impudently pretends
To ignore.
Penetrating the window barrier
The air conducts a heavy diesel lullaby.

Over wealthier suburbs slips a transport,
Supersonic, though no sweeter music,
For rich and poor alike a boon to sleep;
Heard only by more wicked insomniacs
For whom the watch's competent hum is a dirge.

Descending in a shower of metallic disintegration
Three men ignite the atmospheric blindfold, survive,
Do not plunge white-hot into the sea, a common meteor,
But drift coolly down on nylon wings
To the waiting Carrier of the 300 lb. Angelfood.
The mind shrinks

From the prospect of that confrontation,
From the phallic disruption of Christian paradise,
Then cries,
'Oh, let there be nothing on earth but leavings,
Nothing but star-ships on a photon sea…'
Now begins man's search for a Southland.

Yet, as light passes venetian blinds,
Like music through classical guitar strings,
Touching the softened form of familiar Love,
The rods of the eye wander adagio
Along the bars of a century-old sight before rising,

'Dethrone the convict from electric eclipse,
Redress the squalid in disposable, dust-free clothing,
Release the lovers to their denouement…'
The earth womb trembles in the last pains
Of the dark hour,
Heralding man's difficult birth.

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would that be pat boon or ba boon? i have not read the Poet's Notes............yet To the waiting Carrier of the 300 lb. Angelfood............something to do with astronauts returning? ? is there ice cream with the cake? ? 1969? i was busy ignoring my classes at Cornell, preparing for my academic suspension during the anti-vietnam era, and eventual work in a hospital as a Conscientious Objector. i try to be a CO at home sometimes now, but i can't get away with it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! and what drugs were you taking when you wrote parts of this poem? i took and take none; at least none not prescribed by a physician! ! bri :)