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A Garden of Urges - Poems Out of Hand - Have We Been Here, Rain and Snow, Creator Tricks, Moralitee, Dean of American Composters, You And I

by Larry Goodell

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Have We Been Here? We Have Been Here /for Wayne Jones, 80th Birthday Have we been here we have been here you and me and many others some came and left. Some came with spangles on left with mud on their boots. Many came and left. Remember the Vietnam War remember the Vietnam Vets as you are who came here lived here left remember marching down Central young people, we were younger some pregnant women marching the business people looking at us as we walked and when we danced danced in the bar to loud and louder bands some quieter or just a country fiddler or Ginsberg in a crowd dancing. chanting, people doing uncommon things the matching and uncoupling of people the hand made day to day activities embroidering blue work shirts long dresses, belly dancing, marriages love, remember love? drumming, ignorant chanting lighting stars on the forehead out of mind ritual guided drugs shouting in canyons, marriages by the creek or next to red rock canyons rock groups from Taos Santa Fe Albuquerque, thr0ngs for New Years arts fairs, locally designed booths a casita almost a hermitage renting houses or squatting turning a place into a magnet for others much to surprise and confusion and some elder dislike of residents – so many could build unique dwellings – didn’t yours have a sloping floor? a commune, hell, just living together not me but I observed – doing farming, what’s new from California, New York, beads leather diets changing sweats, food stamps Tarot, IChing, peyote poetry readings, photography, art even on basement walls, volleyball, most of all the music, live music groups fire station concerts 4th of July local real dancers dancing, we got hitched up had our own spring-fed swimming pool – we did all kinds of things, handmade stuff up from the ground – and everything turned over into the commerce of growth and we weathered, stayed or some of us, many were here anyway, we were all new and yet long time here as time robs of youth, the spirit stays stays on year after year festival after festival, dance after dance plan after plan, job to job, place to place within a place, this place of little places, we come and we go in a village, and some died many died and we’re living now families of families changing growing up generations generating and children from tiny to teen to adult as different unwanted unneeded wars come and go and we’re stuck here with the gangster wealthy gone mad as we weather another political storm with still our integral spirit singing the song of the Earth the Fathering Sun the urgency of the local informed by the local it presses on to celebration do you hear that music which is this music the heart beat of memory in this circle of love and cooperation to get things done the theater we had is the theater we are. Have we been here we have been here you and me and many others some came and left many came and left, many stayed and here we are we have been here and here we are. /larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / 2019 11 26
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Moralitee “What is moral if it’s not oral, or moon cow? Hey baby I like your tits, or moralucity? A tippled Gordon who’s Gordon is he ordinary faking his daughter’s test scores, top-dollar lawyer or a spoon fish? Any father would do it family first jerks money stalks, the object of your fuckshun. Why didn’t the right and wrongers win? Why do they always have to lead in the dark backwards. I said I was blue and blew you out. Your candle is no substitute for my finger. Come quietly to come cheese the best thing there is to bloat your meat with, love your buns. What is a gas turbine and how many do you have to import before you change the racket, Washington must do your bidding Why isn’t Washington a city? It’s a lobbyists’ spa. Suck it and you will, won’t you, you’re no good, bad mouth, get out. My benefactors gave me 18 million denero to turn into poontang. I don’t bother with chicken Chicago or mortgage idiots who come from Mars. I want rough stuff behind the counter or the stage, desk of golden surprise. Under the table, you little cutie, when I say shake you better shook or I’ll get my devil drawers to split open. Luuuuve in the time of shit, peace in the time of blowhards and quadruple digit mayhem. Back to the issue of moralitee, it isn’t oral it’s a twat squat to raise 10 billion dollars which is a chicken mattress compared to a moon pothole. You know, when you’re a kid & you have to ride in the limo by yourself I hate that having to pretend not to cry – nobody makes me do anything. Everything I have was given to me by the alley in back of Bergdorf Goodman, a little tete a tete with a corrupt state corruption is my cologne, Chanel # 69 prissy woman I got your number you don’t need mine . . . Holiday for sparks and I’ve got electricity, the connection I need to cross one country with another and end up with people turned into billions of hard rock cash. I mean I shouldn’t have to do anything to lubricate the darn admiration pills bow down and kiss ass savvy? We’re talkin bigtime when the belly button turns inside out. Give everybody nothing and you’ll have more to split your headache with. You know the crotch is the brain part of success. They’re just dying to give every backside fantasized in a million years to you. Moi, baby. So that’s moralitee which leaves little room for definitions. It’s there, you don’t have to grab, you don’t even have to squeeze to get the bottle off the top. I mean is anything bigger than pleasure, being a bull in the China or any country’s shop, nation, whoredom, oligarchal paradise. I mean kill off the complaints, I’m talkin firepower. It’s the massive itch of humanity but you know how to kill flies. You know what I mean, scratch it, that’s the moral thing to do. Do ‘um out of anything and park it between your knees. What more do you got if you don’t have everything? Think I’m kiddin? What’s a little runt like you belly achin about. You’re not gettin enough - your replacement is already kissed ass. You both had a chance but if you don’t see it my way you’re off the radar. Duke it out you phoney baloney stoney. Oh we don’t do that, I creased you, get your own 2 dollar jar of Vaseline a thousand tyrants in each bottle. Are you surprised? My life is a gold dildo studded like a big stud with diamonds on top.” larry goodell / placitas, nm / usa larrynewmex@gmail.com
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Such not easy sowing not oats but the fine line of pleasure Hearken ancient world that was never ancient to itself we can Kiss with thin lips and stimulate the entire universe. Old pals know to embrace – one distant one far stills the imagination with minimal intensity the lack includes the fulfilment if seen from both directions near and far as one ear tells the other don’t wait but jump in where all is wet love takes on airs but needs to be doused once in awhile as it is okay yes yes to love all you need to, no demands ever being made what is muted is also the full cathedral organ with a fat guy pulling out stops and a thin guy playing for all he’s worth as she and she converse it is not so easy for men who when opening up takes over they too are sexless as the sexed in paradise so help me god there are two of you "contact with such minds is indispensable" sayeth the two hands of god Brahma bursting through the symbolic door open thy rough beast thy lips to subtlety sensitivity empathy the list goes on to eternity amitayus mandala assures long life with Buddha in the center of both things at once and Christ doling out food to the poor igniting faith in everyone the calling to attention in everyday movements we derive our rights from identical origin all are created equal in the dispensation of Earth Earth planets the yin and the yang as intensity without demands loves to fullest thin line pleasure bursts into full knowing worldliness yes that sees the world in redeeming each other as long as the bountiful is on one hand and acceptance on the other as long as there are no rules in the equation of the Earth Father Sky studded with stars of cold indifference burning in intensity two things of opposite nature cohabiting or dual stars habiting brought down to this warmth the true electric warmth of Earth inhabitants when reviewed in each other reminded of the generosity of spirit which is always fused in circling one to the other whether male to female either known or unknown circling each other far or near digital talk talks the human discourse the plant to animal concourse the chat between two things completes the arch the top stone come alive in its compressed vitality sprechgesang in all variations of speech of the heart singing to the end of life’s intent the muted and expansive the free to be one’s flavorful self in all true care that good out there needs no door to go through playing the game of openness Venus and Jupiter meet in the early morning sky this morning apparent in the constellation of Virgo we meet in innocense to find our souls overlap keeping one’s distance also floods the heart and soul sole commitment to each other the black Madonna mother to us all God the mother of Ann the Mother of Mary God the mother of all come forward in Coatlicue mother of stars stars and stars stars the mother of us all cold to hot to touch the mother star mother load the loaded word that is think of good you do rather than just you doing as you tell me what I know to know again the obvious is not so obvious to this idiot human the child childish in supposed adulthood needs the other cohabiter the friend friend to the friend ancient to find contemporary as avant garde art of love love and the loved hear Lennie Tristano Bill Evans the piano dances the two hands now four in the mind two voices Fiordiligi and Dorabella duet in Cosi Fan Tutti Mozart singing he must while playing the piano as the mind already articulated just flows as the water in mountain streams the issuing forth of the divine earth love in the story of love rings true under the thin disguise of the cool the fine line of pleasure vibrates between two people or the creature and person or plant and person holding the Earth as habitable as the powers that be pull back forced by survival to see what I see in the gentle touch, the hard slap of reality what is clear oh husbandman survivor of the universe now gardener hunter caretaker blessed woman spirit the feminine returned to her rightful station after being deposed since before the Old Testament that old lie about male dominence now crackles and burns in the stove of the past we are now in the dharma of the new way ever open to surprise ever empathetic and allowing the humble to be strong as is its natural want we you and I yes, we you and I. /13Nov2017 / larry goodell / from WHAT HAPPENED, POEMS 2017-2019

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Larry Goodell Placitas, New Mexico

Piano/poetry collaborations AT TOP, THEN POETRY, THEN PIANO IMPROVISATIONS AT BOTTOM!
Live poetry I have recorded, edited & released here, pay what you can to help me with the site cost, free jazz piano-keyboard improvisations, interviews, radio plays, some songs from a lifelong resident of my native New Mexico, I'm a performance poet who "blasted off the page" in the early 70's. Love to all! ... more

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