On Listening to Beethoven's Final Piano Sonata

Walls

Walls

It was an urge other than desire
that undid our walls
walls that go up from the day
we are told take not candy
from strangers walls that we 
slip into every morning guarding
us from the gaze from the touch
of others who must remain separate
no matter how polite and warm the
talk our daily intermingling never
can reach the essence we protect
or else
or else we scorn the taboos
ubiquitous iniquities that grow like
wild hair follicle by follicle
as we mature into our private lives
yet I reached over and touched
your beard letting the rubicund glow
into my fingers  as our first  breach
of the palisade became a beating 
at the gate until we found ourselves 
so close it hurt 
our hurting so different yours and mine 
enduring we removed impediments 
stone by stone until we  had what we both
needed 
to be in each other's life
whether touching each other there
beyond and through the walls
or seeing as only we could
the connections invisible to others
Your shock of vermilion and mine of bone


Jack 5/19/13

Irrational numbers and the end of time

Irrational Numbers and the End of Time

Is it not 1969 am I yet on the sunshine
acid trip  LSD with the touch of strychnine 
from the sacred tree am I yet your lover 
the boy you give a hand job  
never being one for subtleties 
am I not in my bath today still swishing 
on acid with all the blood and bath water 
intermingling as pulsing hairs on my arm 
sway in the waves of the effervescent water 
no noticeable difference until I gaze into the
looking glass at that wizened old wizard's face
that white beard wild hairs every which way
underneath it all the same smile of bliss beyond
hallucination as when we were peaking and
you were coming simultaneously with me
is it not now is it not right now
are this aging man's tears not the same as yours 
twenty-two a year older than I 
tripping as you hold my cock erect
not knowing what to do with it 
the way he caressed me my elder lover '69
for the past and the future are illusions
I knew it on acid and I know it on wine
there is only the present moment
love manifests itself timeless in our kiss
yours and mine your uneasiness my uneasiness
your joy my joy and all the quest for permanence
when permanence is what we've had all along 
as we let go of the delusion of time 
irrational numbers dissolving as we admit
an identity in you in me your hand in mine
eye to eye head to head song to song

Jack 5-11-13