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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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