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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lion For Real</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative...&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I came home and found a lion in my living room<br>Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!<br>Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut<br>I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Called up old Reichian analyst<br>who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana<br>'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room'<br>'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to my old boyfriend we got drunk with his girlfriend<br>I kissed him and announced I had a lion with a mad gleam in my eye<br>We wound up fighting on the floor I bit his eyebrow he kicked me out<br>I ended up masturbating in his jeep parked in the street moaning 'Lion.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at him 'Lion!'<br>He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous ignu high poetries<br>I listened for lions all I heard was Elephant Tiglon Hippogriff Unicorn<br>Ants<br>But figured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's <br>bathroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat<br>'I love you little Bo-Bo with your delicate golden lions<br>But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father<br>hath no lion<br>You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for<br>your Bridegroom.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink<br>in Harlem<br>Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger<br>He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside<br>thru the window<br>My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in<br>deafening stillness<br>We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur<br>Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang<br>greeting.<br>I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove<br>boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tup under the sink board.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't eat me, tho I regretted him starving in my presence.<br>Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out<br>enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy head on his paws<br>by the egg-crate bookcase filled up with thin volumes of Plato, & Buddha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from his hungry motheaten<br>face<br>stopped eating myself he got weaker and roared at night while I had <br>nightmares<br>Eaten by lion in bookstore on Cosmic Campus, a lion myself starved by<br>Professor Kandisky, dying in a lion's flophouse circus,<br>I woke up mornings the lion still added dying on the floor--'Terrible<br>Presence!'I cried'Eat me or die!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It got up that afternoon--walked to the door with its paw on the south wall to<br>steady its trembling body<br>Let out a soul-rending creak from the bottomless roof of his mouth<br>thundering from my floor to heaven heavier than a volcano at night in<br>Mexico<br>Pushed the door open and said in a gravelly voice &quot;Not this time Baby--<br>but I will be back again.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger<br>Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen<br>In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served<br>Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your<br>Mercy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allen+Ginsberg">Allen Ginsberg</a><div class=q>
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I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut
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