1.
do I deserve it?
have I repented for last year's sins?
am i good enough?
to a child, I'd say:
"you're always better than you know."
but now,
or worse.
or who gives a damn?
that poem.
it said:
out beyond ideas of right and wrong and sane, there is us
in the field or in the valley, there is room to breathe and
us.
will you meet me there?
my love, will you meet me there?
for a kiss,
for a smoke,
for a dance, in spite of the gnawing?
will you meet me there?
2.
I wouldn't tell you to repent.
I wouldn't tell a worst enemy to repent,
then again,
what a weird way to live you might have one at all. digression.
will you meet me there?
can we run like kids
and roll down the grassy hills?
can we say hello to every bug and tree and flower
and make love under the canopy?
3.
"out beyond ideas."
this implies there is an out,
an escape
you and I both know isn't real.
the gnawing again.
do I deserve it?
am I good enough?
must I repent?
I don't even believe in God.
'cause when I look to your face,
see Cosmos in your eyes,
then turn 'round to watch trees felled by men who tell me moral,
what difference is faith in a Lorel and a laurel?
who says?
when I kneel and kiss the stomach,
who says?...