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HOMECOMING, FALL, 1961

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Homecoming (Fall, 1961)

the pink elephant blew up this morning thus getting rid of

a dominant recessive genotype commonly referred to in pedigrees

as pp (among English speaking scientists, that is);

the cardboard sign (in green and yellow) that had hung from his

angular shoulders, found its way to the nearest gutter:

WE´LL MAKE ALLIGATOR STEW OUT OF ALLEGHANY U!

And the crushed dummy of a football player

Lost

Among the hundreds of less life-like dummies that had burst

And laid sprawled through the Mall.

On the third floor of the General Library

Jim stood

Leafing volumes, heavy: MOVEMENTS OF URBAN POPULATION IN

METROPOLITAN DETROIT AND SUBURBAN AREAS…

In Mexico,

Mestizo girls carry flowers in their hair

And a red rose looks so much redder

The sun pierces your heart and the sun,

So close…you caress it with your avid lips

That beg a kiss…and more…and more!

You dream…

The sun is so close it scares me. This is not Acapulco

And the sun goes out at five: “A las cinco de la tarde”…

At five o´clock in the afternoon the black bull of sorrow

(“el negro toro de la pena”) grazed by the spring...

The dust settled down after the last page had been turned

And the shelters closed to all possible intruders. Now,

Across the wasted land lay the tamed bodies of a dozen or

So angry young men --to their SANE pins pinned, clean-

Conscience, content, safe, at last, in the upturned world

That had seen Stalin dug out from his grave, then sustained!

The last months of Man´s Residence on Earth came as a shock

To many. South of the border dark-eyed, gloomy children

Fondled their genitals and broke into an occasional, bewildered

Laughter. Down the Sierra Morena, Lupita´s mole began to

Blot out her mouth and ... Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!…

Nobody sings to her anymore!

But there were many conversions in those days:

The believers turned debauched and the atheists to God

..and Jim, he was O.K.

His final waiting in time gave way to dreaming; and,

Looking back, he counted the nipples he had sucked and saw…

That the movement of urban population had done him wrong.

…If only…

if only, once more, to feel the rounded pebbles in his mouth, the

softness, depth, warmth, the abyss of eternity…calling, calling:

putting everything that was outside, inside, and all that was inside,

outside --devouring the red rose opening fragrant, cradling us unto

eternity…

there, there, there, there!

“There, there, dear, it´s alright…We´ll make alligator stew

out of Alleghany U. Nothing to worry about. It´s late, it´s

late… Go back to sleep…” Yes, yes, too late, too late,

Oh, Emptiness…

Cold of the night, torn

By that everlasting light

Desire…

El negro toro de la pena,

And more …and more…!

(Detroit, 1961. Transcribed June, 2002. Published in www.mama-doc.com on August 5, 2012)

Last Updated on Sunday, 05 August 2012 20:35