from Organ Music
Part 7
when marvin says I’m hot
just like an ovin
& he needs some lovin
I need a glossa ordinaria
in 1982 in my head it is good to masturbate
all over my sleeves
ugh I can’t do this writing nobody
knows who I am against
in 1982 I know
the hong kong laundrymen below
are offensive
nobody saw it coming the death of king lee
when I get that feeling argh
I just grab a hold of the chinese
written character as a medium for poetry
farmer
pounds organ
it doesn’t say there’s no such thing
as pounds
boy moving is difficult with farmers in
chinese nobody knows what they are anymore
what they are for
farmers pounding the organ faraway
like an ocean an organ
goes up & down
unforgettable once you have heard it
this organ humiliating in its sizes
ugh while the farmers pound the faraway shore
marvin says he’s hot
now just like a muffin
I don’t know what he’s doing
in my poem about the english organ
going backwards & forwards between you & me
all over our selves in 1982 we sailed away
for a year & a day
& when we returned
marvin was the wrong marvin
& the organ
someone is always putting it wrongly
in the ocean I cried
in the ocean how can I tell the farmer
I love his farmhands
you idiot his farm hands are on their feet
chinese marvin gaye is silly
he doesn’t know what’s going on
can I touch them your hearts of palm of motown I said
throw up on my hands he said
ugh I said they are like grapes I heard
one two one two three four
goes every capsizing organ in the world
in the poetry world
who is silly now the organ I am fucking
clinging to with is a disaster
admiral bonzo only said abandons ships once
in english in the ocean
it is the same in or out
once twice three times a torpedo
rolling on & off
now admiral bonzo is swimming away with a floatie
mother mother there’s too many of them
I know a man & a buoyancy compensator isn’t funny
really admiral bonzo is dead isn’t it
funny in the beginning
I just wanted to show you all the organs in england
now I am killing you with the best one
the best one in the world is
the hong kong laundrymen pounding shirts
boom boom
nothing I think in the ocean is as offensive
as buttons missing
off of the shirt of chief petty officer flanagan
between you and me
the atlantic ocean
was enormous
in 1982 enormous
like the buttons of god
going up & down
on it
I use waterwings
myself
slipping them on
& off to reach 1983
its like I had a
disjunction in my vagina
dear yearning
which is incorrect
when you are a serious poet
I like to hear it
in my ear
I mean the north
sea which is nothing
nothing in the
north sea
is as funny as
marvin saying
this morning the
sea is storming inside of me
the weather being
important
for marvin gaye
when in the spring air he used language
to kill the hong
kong laundrymen
in the ocean below
I’m like a rocket
girl he says dying
laughing
nothing on the
radio
will come off a
fucking english shirt he says
nothing now the
ocean
& the organ are
one &
ugh the brown faces
cease to sing