"I Love What We Do" by Galen Green (1989)

I LOVE WHAT WE DO


I love what we do beneath the gaze
Of heaven. I love the way we freeze
And suck these popsicle minutes, chanting
Childish dithyrams into this hellish
World whose poisonous paints embellish
These triple-thick windows behind which, like goldfish,
We swim in this love as in a daze,
As we look out into a world that’s painting
An hysterical history, rank in its ranting.

I love what we do, here in our bardish
Sighing. I love the way these steelish
Minutes melt to form this phrase
We chant to prevent this world from enchanting
Us into some bamboozled fainting
Away from Love’s wisdom, as outside the mounting
Stormclouds darken these widows like the rubbish
Of history, wreaking of Limburger cheese,
Piled higher than weather and deeper than days.

I love what we do, this petting, this panting
Together here. I love this glinting
Shaft of sunlight like a Marvin Hamlisch
Ditty that gives us the strength to blaze
Onward and inward and so to tease
From out of our flesh a love that stays
With us here now where history’s haunting
Hellish hysterics can’t force their foolishness
Through these glass walls to radish our fetish.


Words and Music by Galen Green c 1989