Than the town and all of its terms
Below what happened, she lies, in no disguise
My daughter always loved the earth anyway
And when I put my ear to live grass I can hear her
I can hear her, I can hear her, I can hear her.
And when I stand up I am dirty in my veins
I am soiled throughout. That’s Sister
Mister.
He took a Kool off me. I was humiliated by his poetry and I had to go to the bathroom to cry loud. It was a storm of tears.
Sister was with me. “Keep on, Doctor,” she said.
His wife came out and gave me a nod.
When I think I’m doing good, I have to come over and see that I’m not even in the contest. In fact I have put the old fart in contact with an English prof at the school, who’s also a poet. It seems that the Collected Poems of J. Hooch are going to be a published fucking reality.
I was laboring on another one when that new nurse came in again. She was quite a choice and I was out of nooky going on four months. For some weird reason I began lying to her lavishly. They were not harmful lies. I invented a whole new biography and person. I get tired of being him, Ray, all the time.
“And so when I jumped out of the U-2 and saw all the Chinese around me, I knew there had been a misreckoning on someone’s part. Instead of killing me, however, they were friendly, knew that I was a doctor in training, and introduced me to all the ins and outs of acupuncture. I guess I began to write poems about then.”
“Wow. Do you ever write about sex?”
“Often,” I replied.
“Does anyone ever get enough sex?” she asked.
“The spring in me is very tight. Nothing else will do except gigantic fucking and sucking.
“Are you speaking poetry to me now?”
LXII
SOUNDED like something. It was in cold weather. From my heart I follow the ghost voice. It is leading me and leading me and leading me.
Oh, my I Oh fortunate fooll It is the voice of Westy and she wants to screw. I adore a woman who shouts for screwing. I adore! What with her legs in the air! What with her coming! What with her cheer and despair together!
Close your eyes, darling, and have the old original pleasure! Tongue in, tongue out. Big hard sexuals.
Ah, my God, you’ve made me come!
Everyone thinks it’s a crisis at sunrise, but I do not. I think of rising in the Phantom at dawn and the dawn intense — orange, yellow, violet, blue-black — the day very present because it could be the day of your death.
Westy lifted her legs around me. She wanted to see the old miracle of my big thing going in.
What a paradise of delight marriage can be.
Nothing comes close to Westy in the pussy department.
And you can see how my poetry is improving.
I’m climbing the high oak of learning.
I’m feeling the old force of yearning.
Hoo! Ray! Fucking Ray! Ray in the fourth decade!
Ray, yes, Ray! Doctor Ray is okay!
Charlie DeSoto and Eileen are together again. The nurses are getting married. Westy is coming with the hot oils and the balm. The Alabama team is still whipping everybody in sight. My patients are calling. Bill is getting ready to fish. Elizabeth is looking in the Holy Bible. Mr. Hooch has his hands on a pencil.
Sister!
Christians!
Sabers, gentlemen, sabers!