Here comes that gasoline
spreading hungry rainbow over
shiny black tar.
I'm blown like smoke and blind
as wind
except for when your love
breaks in.
Maybe
to those who love is given sight
to
pierce the wall of seeming night
and
know it pure beyond all imagining.
Engine throb street cruise
light bullet car flash
hollow beauty night gleam
oily river tension glass...
Ultraflame! glittering dust
falling in slow
motion -- clouds tumbling
one over another into apparent emptiness.
It's like a big fist breaking
down my door --
I never felt such a love before!
Maybe
to those who love it's given to hear
music
too high for the human ear
and
clear as hydrogen to go singing.
(Toronto -- 13/6/79)
Marco Giunco |
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