you Sirens

you sirens, yes
sudden on a Sunday afternoon

I decode sirens -- fire, police, ambulance,
homeland security
but you, siren, unique!
you ejaculate slowly, and wind, wind up!

this rural urban landscape
we have the cicadas, the locusts sing
presaging the gentle autumn

the golden autumn comes
and the slow sirens presage
the invisible transition

sirens get the listeners high
(although prose brings us down)
"like a field of sunflowers
a poem should not have to be explained"*

but you, Beats, liberate me
this Sunday afternoon, this primordial naptime
oh Sirens, sing me your endless songs of desire
on the islands, down in the streets

*Ferlinghetti