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there are no stars in a new york night
we find our way by artifical light
dying dharma lion BURNING BRIGHT
inebriated, howling i ride my bike
angry brother in negro street
cab won't stop; he cements his feet
driver but a few shades lighter
we lock hands, appeal to slighter
it was only moments ago
a friend said he loved me
exploding super-nova imbuied his words
ALLEN spoke through ERIC
one final "illuminated poem" heard
breathe deep in this new york night
for stardust shall enter thy psyche
mad boy high on 'crazy wisdom'
terrorizing with generosity
I DID NOT KNOW HE DIED...I DID KNOW HE
DIED!
I DID KNOW I FELT MORE ALIVE
insane with desire/groping spectre lovers
all receptive minds grabbed their share
meditated magnamously..UNANIMOUSLY;
ALLEN IS EVERYWHERE! ALLEN IS EVERYWHERE!
flurries of fairydust dancing
BUDDHA-BREATH recessitates the lower east
side
it's a savage soul-kiss catastrophe
all ages, all genders puckering...
the anus of the ages has been penetrated
STAND BACK HE'S COMING THROUGH!
erect of mind settled of sentient being
writing furiously into reincarnation
THE POET NEVER DIES...just publishes in
language
THE LIVING CAN'T READ...,
ripoche, oh ripoche, why is this man
going?
"because he is truly ready and unafraid;
because he loves us all so generously;
he cannot stay for the endless parade of
angst
the bottomless well of compassion
is best used on the living...
AND HE LIVES WITHIN US ALL
he cannot stay and wait for us to fumble
about
and make our peace with him
(for that peace has always been made)
he leaves judging no one; (not even
himself)
he only asks us "to carry on, carry on"
DO THE WORK, LET NEW WORDS BE BORN!
he cannot stay to see who gets what,
(and who ever got him at all)
THE JOY IS...WE GET EVERYTHING!!!
all ECSTASY and UNDERSTANDING
all babbling BEATITUDES going
BLAH,BLAH,BLAH,
I LOVE YOU-LOVE ME!!!!!!!!
(warning to all fortune hunters/grave
robbers:)
THE TOMB ISN'T SEALED!
there's nothing to hide/IT'S ALL FREE!
all written down-CAN YOU READ? no?
i'll read it to you....
G-E-N-E-R-O-U-S-I-T-Y
take it,take IT,TAKE IT! TAKE ME FOR ALL
I'M WORTH
(and whatever i'm worth to you) THAT'S
WHAT I'M WORTH
priceless profanity and endless love
BEHOLD THIS GLORIOUS MORNING- APRIL
5th,1997
under cover of darkness, he shed light
EXPLODING DHARMA LION STILL BURNING BRIGHT
VOLCANIC MANTRA "OOOOMMMMMMMMMMS" toward
INFINITY
(and i swim in my tears and DANCE FOR JOY)
no sadness AND ALL SADNESS
gentle shepherd who led me to pastures of
poetry
to graze upon the minds of immortals
scale rocky mountain height of thinking
and roll naked in cool streams of
consciousness
for you who have no children-HAVE MANY
CHILDREN
children who must now cry out in stunned
disbelief
children who wonder why REAGAN, HELMS,
BUSH live
(or is their `LIVE'but an anagram for
`EVIL')
and children like me who will smoke your
ashes,
spout poetry like sores of leprosy
become outcast and love our own company
and to the children to be; BEWARE JOYFULLY
HE'LL GET TO YOU TOO....
ALLEN IS EVERYWHERE! ALLEN IS
EVERYWHERE!!!
breathe deep get your share
snort his infleunce LIKE THE ONLY DRUG THE
C.I.A. DOESN'T SELL
love his memory/
martyr-smarter-unmentionable-
lover of many mental defective
masterpieces-
masterbating-procrastinating on the
road to NIRVANA!
more snapshots / wordshots; THE GIG MUST
GO ON
yes!, the muse is laughing at allen's
burial suit
(SHE thinks he should have gone NAKED)
soon WILLIAM and WALT will welcome;
"we're all the SAME SOUL"
and who among you is next,
who among you is ready to love the
world-[ONE BODY AT A TIME...]
it was a warm fourth of july,naropa
allen and i sat watching the fireworks zen
apolitically
the flatirons of boulder framed
incandescent ballet
many chinese demons fled the scene
allen turned to me speaking softly through
the explosions
"you know i've sitting here like this for
21 summers-
and i never get tired of this sight... i
held his hand
briefly, thanking him for the privilege of
seeing through
his eyes; i wished him 21 more....,
allen has never returned to that spot
because allen never left it either
he will sit there in eternity in that
wonder-full state long after his sentient
being reaches next level
he will sit there and watch explosions
of fresh young minds shooting spiraling
spitballs of ideas into the faceless face
of the establishment and he will sit and
witness subsecquent passing of THE BEST
MINDS OF HIS GENERATION bursting forth in
one final great gasp of divine wisdom
and he will not be bored/HE WILL NOT BE
BORED
(unless of course THE WORK isn't done)
for you my friends are the bearded
bodhisatva's
FUTURE LIBRARY-THE FUTURE OF POETRY
ITSELF!
GO WRITE IN YOUR RIGHT MIND LEAVE BEHIND
LEFT-BRAIN LITANY
yes,yES,YES!;"THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IS
L-O-V-E"
{raise your hand if you intend to carry it}
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