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John Wieners

John Wieners

A Poem for the Old Man

God love you
  Dana my lover
lost in the horde
on this Friday night,
500 men are moving up
& down from the bath
room to the bar.
Remove this desire
from the man I love.
Who has opened
  the savagery
of the sea to me.
 
See to it that
his wants are filled
on California street
Bestow on him lar—
gesse that allows him
peace in his loins.
 
Leave him not
to the moths.
Make him out a lion
so that all who see him
hero worship his
thick chest as I did
moving my mouth
over his back bringing
our hearts to heights
I never hike over
  anymore.
Let blond hair burn
on the back of his
neck, let no ache
screw his face
up in pain, his soul
  is so hooked.
Not heroin.
Rather fix these
hundred men as his
lovers & lift him
with the enormous bale
of their desire.
 
6.20.58

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