duminică, 3 octombrie 2010
A Gentle Wind
A gentle wind fans the calm night; a bright moon shines on the high tower. A voice whispers, but no one answers when I call; a shadow stirs, but no one comes when I beckon. The kitchen-man brings in a dish of bean-leaves; wine is there, but I do not fill my cup. Contentment with poverty is Fortune's best gift; Riches and Honor are the handmaids of Disaster. Though gold and gems by the world are sought and prized, to me they seem no more than weeds or chaff
Question and Answer on the Mountain
You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain,
I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure.
Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water,
Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.
I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure.
Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water,
Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.
Drinking Wine
I made my home amidst this human bustle,
Yet I hear no clamour from the carts and horses.
My friend, you ask me how this can be so?
A distant heart will tend towards like places.
From the eastern hedge, I pluck chrysanthemum flowers,
And idly look towards the southern hills.
The mountain air is beautiful day and night,
The birds fly back to roost with one another.
I know that this must have some deeper meaning,
I try to explain, but cannot find the words.
Yet I hear no clamour from the carts and horses.
My friend, you ask me how this can be so?
A distant heart will tend towards like places.
From the eastern hedge, I pluck chrysanthemum flowers,
And idly look towards the southern hills.
The mountain air is beautiful day and night,
The birds fly back to roost with one another.
I know that this must have some deeper meaning,
I try to explain, but cannot find the words.
seeing off my old friend.
heartbreak, seeing off, seeing off my old friend.
Hand in hand here at the subway station,
Mutually pour this fragrant wine,
The fragrant wine is limited, I hate this without limit.
Limitless heartbreak, The subway station's willows are hidden.
Feelings most deep
Affections, affections most deep: I can't endure the parting,
From today's parting on,at both places we will have mutual thoughts of various types.(but) to whom can we speak them?
Hand in hand here at the subway station,
Mutually pour this fragrant wine,
The fragrant wine is limited, I hate this without limit.
Limitless heartbreak, The subway station's willows are hidden.
Feelings most deep
Affections, affections most deep: I can't endure the parting,
From today's parting on,at both places we will have mutual thoughts of various types.(but) to whom can we speak them?
Enjoying wine and forgetting troubles
Fleet worldly matters: I laugh at the strain.
Quiet, sad feelings are wasted pain.
How to cure sadness: call for wine!
When drunk all day bad manners are fine.
Each day of my whole life through,
I should drink great pots of brew.
It is such bliss, to cruise the Land of Booze;
Sober, then drunk; drunk and wild as I choose.
Once in the hills I forget big news.
Quiet, sad feelings are wasted pain.
How to cure sadness: call for wine!
When drunk all day bad manners are fine.
Each day of my whole life through,
I should drink great pots of brew.
It is such bliss, to cruise the Land of Booze;
Sober, then drunk; drunk and wild as I choose.
Once in the hills I forget big news.
Drunkenly dancing like a flying immortal
The sky has a wine star, earth a wine spring; from my cane top many coins swing.
A pool of lees would greatly please; I'd dance tipsily,
Feeling like I'm growing wings, growing wings, becoming divine;
Gaining the Way happily with wine.
A pool of lees would greatly please; I'd dance tipsily,
Feeling like I'm growing wings, growing wings, becoming divine;
Gaining the Way happily with wine.
Singing loudly to earth and heaven
For wine fancy fur coats we'll swap; drinking with friends and all pain can stop.
Cups of fine wine and we loosen our gowns; one great song and we go to town.
For worldly bliss, wine can beat the rest;
Wine's special kiss: it is just the best.
We'll even treat our rulers in jest.
Cups of fine wine and we loosen our gowns; one great song and we go to town.
For worldly bliss, wine can beat the rest;
Wine's special kiss: it is just the best.
We'll even treat our rulers in jest.
Beneath the Moon, Before the Steps
Beneath the moon, before the steps, all cherry blossom has fallen,
Enwreathed in smoke, she looks sorrowful lying in bed.
She feels the same regret today as one long year ago.
Both braids like cloud in disarray, her face is wan and sallow,
The crimson corset wet from wiping tears. But what's the reason why she suffers so?
She lies in a drunken dream before the window.
Enwreathed in smoke, she looks sorrowful lying in bed.
She feels the same regret today as one long year ago.
Both braids like cloud in disarray, her face is wan and sallow,
The crimson corset wet from wiping tears. But what's the reason why she suffers so?
She lies in a drunken dream before the window.
Poems from The Village Reading
IN THAT YEAR...
In that year we had a great visitation of energy.
Back in those days everything
was simpler & more confused.
One summer night, going
To the pier, I ran into
2 young girls. The
blonde was called Freedom,
the dark one, Enterprise.
We talked, & they told
me this story.
________________________________________
& THE COOL FLUTTERING
& the cool fluttering rotten wind
& a child's hand-print on
picture window
& the guncocked held
on the shoulder.
& fire in the night
waiting, in a darkened house
for the cruel insane breed
from town to arrive
& come poking thru smoke
& the fuel & ashes for milk
& the evil leer on their faces
barking w/ triumph
Who will not stop them?
The hollow tree, where
we three slept & dreamed
in the movement of
whirling shadows & grass
Tired rustle of leaves
An oldman stirs the dancers
w/ his old dance
darkening
swift shadows lean on the
meat of forest
to allow breathing
Gently they stir
Gently rise
The dead are new-born
awakening
w/ ravaged limbs
& wet souls
Gently they sigh
in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman
learning to play the "Ghost
Song" on her baby grand
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost-God himself,
stuttering, cheering,
chatting blindly/
--- I called you up to
anoint the earth.
I called you to announce
sadness falling like
burned skin
I called you to wish
you well, to glory in
self like, a new monster
& now I call on you
to pray:
________________________________________
LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF MY COCK
Lament for my cock
Sore & crucified
I seek to know you
acquiring soulful wisdom
you can open walls of
mystery
strip-show
How to get death
On the morning
show
T.V. death
which the child absorbs
death-well
mystery
which makes
me write
Slow train
The death of my cock
gives life
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode
to my cock
caress its lament
stiffen & guide
us
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
& give the great gift
words
power
trance
This stable friend
& the beasts of his zoo
wild, haired chicks
each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
could any hell be more
horrible than now
& real
"I pressed her thigh
& death smiled"
death, old friend
death & my cock
are the world
I can forgive
my injuries
in the name of
wisdom
luxury
romance
Sentence upon sentence.
Words are healing.
Words got me the wound
& will get me well
If you believe it.
All join now in lament
for the death of my cock
a tongue of knowledge
in the feathered night
boys get crazy in the head
& suffer
I sacrifice my cock
on the altar
of silence
________________________________________
A WAKE
A wake
Shake dream from you hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.
A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
Monument above the newsstand
where the children hide
When school ends
________________________________________
CURSES & INVOCATIONS
Weird bait-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you
to rise
large buxom obese queens
garden hogs & cunt
Veterans
quaint cabbage saints
Shit horders & individualists
drag-strip officials
Tight-lipped losers
& lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies
all strange order of monsters
hot on the trail of the
wood vine
We welcome you to our
Procession
________________________________________
THE CROSSROADS
Meeting you at your parent's gate
We will tell you what to do
What you have to do
to survive
Leave the rotten towns
of your father
Leave the poisoned wells
& bloodstained streets
Enter now the sweet forest
________________________________________
I WALKED THRU...
I walked thru the panther's living room
And our summer together ended
Too soon
Stronger than farther
Strangled by night
Rest in my sun burst
Relax in her secret wilderness
This is the sea of doubts
which threads harps
unwithered
& unstrung
Its the brother, not the past
who turns sunlight into glass
It's the valley
It's me
Testimony from
a strange witness
________________________________________
THE FLOWERING
The flowering
of god-like people
in the muted air
would seem
strange
to an intruder
of certain size
but this is all we have left
to guide us
Now that He is gone
________________________________________
THE WILD WHORE LAUGHS
The Wild whore laughs
like an ancient spinster
Crone, we see you, come again
in the mind
I lie like fever
Dancing your nubile hush
willing to be possessed
untold stories
dare injuns rise
Trampled, like red-skins
sacred fore-skin
Cancer began w/ the knife's
cruel blow & the damaged
rod has risen again
in the East
like a star
on fire
In that year we had a great visitation of energy.
Back in those days everything
was simpler & more confused.
One summer night, going
To the pier, I ran into
2 young girls. The
blonde was called Freedom,
the dark one, Enterprise.
We talked, & they told
me this story.
________________________________________
& THE COOL FLUTTERING
& the cool fluttering rotten wind
& a child's hand-print on
picture window
& the guncocked held
on the shoulder.
& fire in the night
waiting, in a darkened house
for the cruel insane breed
from town to arrive
& come poking thru smoke
& the fuel & ashes for milk
& the evil leer on their faces
barking w/ triumph
Who will not stop them?
The hollow tree, where
we three slept & dreamed
in the movement of
whirling shadows & grass
Tired rustle of leaves
An oldman stirs the dancers
w/ his old dance
darkening
swift shadows lean on the
meat of forest
to allow breathing
Gently they stir
Gently rise
The dead are new-born
awakening
w/ ravaged limbs
& wet souls
Gently they sigh
in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman
learning to play the "Ghost
Song" on her baby grand
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost-God himself,
stuttering, cheering,
chatting blindly/
--- I called you up to
anoint the earth.
I called you to announce
sadness falling like
burned skin
I called you to wish
you well, to glory in
self like, a new monster
& now I call on you
to pray:
________________________________________
LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF MY COCK
Lament for my cock
Sore & crucified
I seek to know you
acquiring soulful wisdom
you can open walls of
mystery
strip-show
How to get death
On the morning
show
T.V. death
which the child absorbs
death-well
mystery
which makes
me write
Slow train
The death of my cock
gives life
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode
to my cock
caress its lament
stiffen & guide
us
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
& give the great gift
words
power
trance
This stable friend
& the beasts of his zoo
wild, haired chicks
each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
could any hell be more
horrible than now
& real
"I pressed her thigh
& death smiled"
death, old friend
death & my cock
are the world
I can forgive
my injuries
in the name of
wisdom
luxury
romance
Sentence upon sentence.
Words are healing.
Words got me the wound
& will get me well
If you believe it.
All join now in lament
for the death of my cock
a tongue of knowledge
in the feathered night
boys get crazy in the head
& suffer
I sacrifice my cock
on the altar
of silence
________________________________________
A WAKE
A wake
Shake dream from you hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.
A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
Monument above the newsstand
where the children hide
When school ends
________________________________________
CURSES & INVOCATIONS
Weird bait-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you
to rise
large buxom obese queens
garden hogs & cunt
Veterans
quaint cabbage saints
Shit horders & individualists
drag-strip officials
Tight-lipped losers
& lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies
all strange order of monsters
hot on the trail of the
wood vine
We welcome you to our
Procession
________________________________________
THE CROSSROADS
Meeting you at your parent's gate
We will tell you what to do
What you have to do
to survive
Leave the rotten towns
of your father
Leave the poisoned wells
& bloodstained streets
Enter now the sweet forest
________________________________________
I WALKED THRU...
I walked thru the panther's living room
And our summer together ended
Too soon
Stronger than farther
Strangled by night
Rest in my sun burst
Relax in her secret wilderness
This is the sea of doubts
which threads harps
unwithered
& unstrung
Its the brother, not the past
who turns sunlight into glass
It's the valley
It's me
Testimony from
a strange witness
________________________________________
THE FLOWERING
The flowering
of god-like people
in the muted air
would seem
strange
to an intruder
of certain size
but this is all we have left
to guide us
Now that He is gone
________________________________________
THE WILD WHORE LAUGHS
The Wild whore laughs
like an ancient spinster
Crone, we see you, come again
in the mind
I lie like fever
Dancing your nubile hush
willing to be possessed
untold stories
dare injuns rise
Trampled, like red-skins
sacred fore-skin
Cancer began w/ the knife's
cruel blow & the damaged
rod has risen again
in the East
like a star
on fire
poems from noon
We must tie all these
desperate impressions together
MONEY...
Money, the beauty of
(currency
pale green
greasy
ornate
soft
furrowed
texture)
Skin or leather
________________________________________
ENTER THE SLIP
Enter the slip
of the warm womb tide
Wet labyrinth kiss
digging the wells
& riding the lies
all holes & poles
Walk down a street
A drive to the beach
Drowning man's flash
A town in siege
________________________________________
THE DESERT
The Desert
-- roseate metallic blue
& insect green
blank mirrors &
pools of silver
a universe in
one body
________________________________________
BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF
Bibulous compound of
muck & mulch milk
Tenebrous connections
in forest & farm
all-swarming disk-like
elegance
Say No More
- That sure was a mouthful.
- You said it.
________________________________________
YOU MUST CONFRONT
you must confront
your life
which is sneaking up
on you
like a rapt coiled
serpent
snail-slime
you must confront
the inevitable
eventually
Bloody Bones has got you!
________________________________________
HOPE IS JUST...
hope is just a word
when you think in
Table Cloths
Laughter will not end
her funny feeling
or assuage our
strange desire
Children will be born
________________________________________
WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT
Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway
________________________________________
COCK-PIT
Cock-pit
I am real
Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us
for so long
birth sex death
we're alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in
absence of blood
________________________________________
SUDDEN ATTACK
Sudden attack
Stabbed & hacked but no
pain no death
Zone of silence
Sudden powered
mute strangeness
& awareness
most awkward to the mind
alive w/ love & laughter
& memory sweet of kinder
times
when we spoke & words
had soft form by
a fire
________________________________________
THIS IS MY FOREST
This is my forest
a sea of wires.
This gaggle of vision
is my flame.
These trees are men,
the engineers.
And a tribe of farmers
on their Sunday off.
Gods -- the directors.
Cameras, greek
Centaurs on the boom,
sliding w/ silent
Mobile grace
Toward me --
a leaping clown
In the great sun's
eye.
Grand danger there
in curved thigh.
The avenging finger --
lord.
________________________________________
DANCING & THRASHING
Dancing & thrashing
the reptile summer
They'll be here long
before we're gone
Sunning themselves
on the marble porch
Raging w/in against
the slow heat
Of an invaded Town
The Kingdom is ours
________________________________________
TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE
Translations of the divine
in all languages. The Blues,
The records get you high,
in armies / on swift channels.
The new dreamer will sing
to the mind w/ thoughts
unclutched by speech.
Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.
Midnite showings.
________________________________________
ELECTRIC STORM
electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels
Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow
get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering
imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?
________________________________________
THE FORM IS AN ANGEL...
The form is an angel of soul
from horse to man to boy
& back again
Music sex & idea are the
currents of connection
friendship transition
conductor of soul from the
fat brain of stealth
to sunset
Work out
Welcome to the night
Welcome to the deep good
dark American Night
a man gets time to die
his amber waste
sloven footsteps of swine
in the camps, w/ dark black
lumber
crooked stars have destiny's
number
Lord help us
________________________________________
LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE
Leave the informed sense
in our wake
you be Christ
on this package tour
-- Money beats soul --
Last words, last words
out
desperate impressions together
MONEY...
Money, the beauty of
(currency
pale green
greasy
ornate
soft
furrowed
texture)
Skin or leather
________________________________________
ENTER THE SLIP
Enter the slip
of the warm womb tide
Wet labyrinth kiss
digging the wells
& riding the lies
all holes & poles
Walk down a street
A drive to the beach
Drowning man's flash
A town in siege
________________________________________
THE DESERT
The Desert
-- roseate metallic blue
& insect green
blank mirrors &
pools of silver
a universe in
one body
________________________________________
BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF
Bibulous compound of
muck & mulch milk
Tenebrous connections
in forest & farm
all-swarming disk-like
elegance
Say No More
- That sure was a mouthful.
- You said it.
________________________________________
YOU MUST CONFRONT
you must confront
your life
which is sneaking up
on you
like a rapt coiled
serpent
snail-slime
you must confront
the inevitable
eventually
Bloody Bones has got you!
________________________________________
HOPE IS JUST...
hope is just a word
when you think in
Table Cloths
Laughter will not end
her funny feeling
or assuage our
strange desire
Children will be born
________________________________________
WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT
Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway
________________________________________
COCK-PIT
Cock-pit
I am real
Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us
for so long
birth sex death
we're alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in
absence of blood
________________________________________
SUDDEN ATTACK
Sudden attack
Stabbed & hacked but no
pain no death
Zone of silence
Sudden powered
mute strangeness
& awareness
most awkward to the mind
alive w/ love & laughter
& memory sweet of kinder
times
when we spoke & words
had soft form by
a fire
________________________________________
THIS IS MY FOREST
This is my forest
a sea of wires.
This gaggle of vision
is my flame.
These trees are men,
the engineers.
And a tribe of farmers
on their Sunday off.
Gods -- the directors.
Cameras, greek
Centaurs on the boom,
sliding w/ silent
Mobile grace
Toward me --
a leaping clown
In the great sun's
eye.
Grand danger there
in curved thigh.
The avenging finger --
lord.
________________________________________
DANCING & THRASHING
Dancing & thrashing
the reptile summer
They'll be here long
before we're gone
Sunning themselves
on the marble porch
Raging w/in against
the slow heat
Of an invaded Town
The Kingdom is ours
________________________________________
TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE
Translations of the divine
in all languages. The Blues,
The records get you high,
in armies / on swift channels.
The new dreamer will sing
to the mind w/ thoughts
unclutched by speech.
Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.
Midnite showings.
________________________________________
ELECTRIC STORM
electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels
Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow
get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering
imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?
________________________________________
THE FORM IS AN ANGEL...
The form is an angel of soul
from horse to man to boy
& back again
Music sex & idea are the
currents of connection
friendship transition
conductor of soul from the
fat brain of stealth
to sunset
Work out
Welcome to the night
Welcome to the deep good
dark American Night
a man gets time to die
his amber waste
sloven footsteps of swine
in the camps, w/ dark black
lumber
crooked stars have destiny's
number
Lord help us
________________________________________
LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE
Leave the informed sense
in our wake
you be Christ
on this package tour
-- Money beats soul --
Last words, last words
out
Ode
I'm a resident of a city
They've just picked me to play
the Prince of Denmark
Poor Ophelia
All those ghosts he never saw
Floating to doom
On an iron candle
Come back, brave warrior
Do the dive
On another channel
Hot buttered pool
Where's Marrakesh
Under the falls
the wild storm
where savages fell out
in late afternoon
monsters of rhythm
You've left your
Nothing
to compete w/
Silence
I hope you went out
Smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remnant
of a dream
The angel man
w/ Serpents competing
for his palms
& fingers
Finally claimed
This benevolent
Soul
Ophelia
Leaves, sodden
in silk
Chlorine
dream
mad stifled
Witness
The diving board, the plunge
The pool
You were a fighter
a damask musky muse
You were the bleached
Sun
for TV afternoon
horned-toads
maverick of a yellow spot
Look now to where it's got
You
in meat heaven
w/ the cannibals
& jews
The gardener
Found
The body, rampant, Floating
Lucky Stiff
What is this green pale stuff
You're made of
Poke holes in the goddess
Skin
Will he Stink
Carried heavenward
Thru the halls
of music
No Chance.
Requiem for a heavy
That smile
That porky satyr's
leer
has leaped upward
into the loam
They've just picked me to play
the Prince of Denmark
Poor Ophelia
All those ghosts he never saw
Floating to doom
On an iron candle
Come back, brave warrior
Do the dive
On another channel
Hot buttered pool
Where's Marrakesh
Under the falls
the wild storm
where savages fell out
in late afternoon
monsters of rhythm
You've left your
Nothing
to compete w/
Silence
I hope you went out
Smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remnant
of a dream
The angel man
w/ Serpents competing
for his palms
& fingers
Finally claimed
This benevolent
Soul
Ophelia
Leaves, sodden
in silk
Chlorine
dream
mad stifled
Witness
The diving board, the plunge
The pool
You were a fighter
a damask musky muse
You were the bleached
Sun
for TV afternoon
horned-toads
maverick of a yellow spot
Look now to where it's got
You
in meat heaven
w/ the cannibals
& jews
The gardener
Found
The body, rampant, Floating
Lucky Stiff
What is this green pale stuff
You're made of
Poke holes in the goddess
Skin
Will he Stink
Carried heavenward
Thru the halls
of music
No Chance.
Requiem for a heavy
That smile
That porky satyr's
leer
has leaped upward
into the loam
Moment of Freedom
Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is open & the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.
________________________________________
Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom
________________________________________
Cold treatment of our empress
The Transient Universe
Instant communion and
communication
emeralds in glass
searchlights at twi-light
stoned streets in the pale dawn
robed in exile
swift beat of a proud heart
eyes like twenty
swift dream
frozen heart
soldiers doom
clouds & struggles
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
"That's how I met her,
lonely & frozen
right from the start"
Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.
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he enters stage:
Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the
swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely
out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances. &
new music
Everywhere followers accure
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure
I'm Me!
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Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands - how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair - so twined & writhing
The skin of my face - pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
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What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything
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I am a guide to the Labyrinth
Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath
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Power
I can make the earth stop in
it's tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.
I can
I am
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People need Connections
Writers, heroes, stars,
leaders
To give life form.
A child's sand boat facing
the sun.
Plastic soldiers in the miniature
dirt war. Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships
Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal need & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the
safety magic of childhood.
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The grand highway
is
crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget.
Wilderness.
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Now is blessed
The rest
remembered
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A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his yard, a pile,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years
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Sirens
Water
Rain & Thunder
Jet from the base
Hot searing insect cry
The Frogs & crickets
Doors open & close
The smash of glass
The Soft Parade
An accident
Rustle of silk, nylon
Watering the dry grass
Fire
Bells
Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
Lawn mower
Good Humor man
Skates & wagons
Bikes
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Where'd you learn about
Satan - out of a book
Love? - out of a box
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night of sin (The Fall)
-1st sex, a feeling of having
done this same act in time before
O No, not again
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Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs, & judgments
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Men who go out on ships
To escape sin & the mire of cities
watch the placenta of evening stars
from the deck, on their backs
& cross the equator
& perform rituals to exhume the dead
dangerous initiations
To mark passage to new levels
To feel on the verge of an exorcism
a rite of passage
To wait, or seek manhood
enlightenment in a gun
To kill childhood, innocence
in an instant
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Trade-routes
guide lines
The Vikings & explores
Discoverers
The unconscious
a map of the states
The veins of hiways
Beauty of a map
Hidden connections
Fast trampled forest
Madness in a whisper
neon crackle
The hiss of tires
A city growls
rich vast & sullen
like a slow monster
come to fat
& die
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THE ANATOMY OF ROCK
The 1st electric wildness came
over the people
on sweet Friday.
Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed,
token of power.
Incense brewed darkly.
Who could tell then that here
it would end?
One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads.
Mercury strained.
I couldn't get out of my seat.
The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs.
Help,
we'll be late for class.
The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard &
pinned us unwittingly
Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked on the
base of the flagpole.
In the restrooms all was cool
& silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.
Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.
Lockers were pried open
& secrets discovered.
Ah sweet music.
Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks
on the wild skid & slid
into dangerous curves.
Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping towards Sunday.
Those lean sweet desperate hours.
Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.
Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast
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Worship w/ words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obscene - in the insane
infant.
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We can do it on a sunny
floor w/ friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.
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"Have you ever seen God?"
- a mandala. A symmetrical angel.
Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard? Music. Voices.
Touched? an animal. your hand.
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water
& wine.
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An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall
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No one thought up being;
he who thinks he has
Step forward
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Shrill demented sparrows bard
The sun into being. They rule
dawn's Kingdom. The cars -
a rising chorus - Then
workmen's songs & hammers
The children of the schoolyard,
a hundred high voices,
complete the orchestration
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"In that year there was
an intense visitation
of energy.
I left school & went down
to the beach to live.
I slept on the roof.
At night the moon became a
womanґs face.
I met the Spirit of Music."
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An appearance of the devil
on a Venice canal.
Running, I saw a Satan
or Satyr, moving beside
me, a fleshy shadow
of my secret mind. Running,
Knowing.
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The day I left the beach
A hairy Satyr running
behind & a little to the
right.
In the holy solipsism
of the young
Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/ out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
their vibes thru my
skin, the hair on my neck
-it rises.
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THE FEAR
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial & jail seem almost
friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm
(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous & arching
coolly)
A barn
a cabin attic
Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window
fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon
I'm freezing
animals
dead
white wings of
rabbits
grey velvet deer
The The Canyon
The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE
Sudden movements
& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night
The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker
Afraid of Wolves
& his own Shadow
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The Wolf
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
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a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into the Night
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Clothed in sunlight
restless in wanting
dying of fever
Changed shapes of an empire
Starling invaders
Vast promissory notes of joy
Wanton, willful & passive
Married to doubt
Clothed in great warring monuments
of glory
How it has changed you
How slowly estranged you
Solely arranged you
Beg you for mercy
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The Crossroads
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into
the ear of travelers &
interest them in their fate
Hitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
hidden gods of the blood"
-Why do you call us?
You know our price. It
never changes. Death of
you will give life
& free you from a vile
fate. But it is getting late.
-If I could see you again
& talk w/ you, & walk a
short while in your company,
& drink the heady brew
of your conversations,
I thought
-to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.
-As the capesman faces
poisoned horns & drinks
red victory; the soldier,
too, w/ his trophy, a
pierced helmet; shuddering
his way into inward grace
- laughter) Well then. Would
you mock yourself?
-No.
-Soon our voices must become
ne, or one must leave.
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Forest strong sandals
burnt geometry fingers
around a fire
reading history in blackened
books, charcoal sentence
in moot splendor
Flame-tree
Sire, we met inEden
The troubled time
we had
rustling in the night leaves
a sniper aimed at our window
a kitten mewing in the blasted
strong air
I must go see
-You've found your Voice,
friend, after all else
I recognize fast the
Strong sure tones of
a poet
was it a question
search or of strangling?
I wonder
We never talked
But welcome here
to the camp fire
Share our meal
w/ us
& tell us of your life
& the hanging
-Well 1st I screamed
& I was a child again alive
Then nothing til the age
of 5
& then summers & the racetrack
I looked for a girl in
New Mexico
bars
& found jail
The prostitute looked out
her cell & saw
Fuck god scratched
on a leprous wall
-You're rambling boy
what of the rest
the jazz hiway
he winks.
-I got picked up
& rode thru the night
-did you see any buildings
-did I . . .
What was I doing
of course we danced plenty
She had nice sides
the cop hit me
Stop, I don't remember
-The logs are melting
we must move on
The fire's ending
we'll hear more
at the next alter
Trees
Train-death
The American Night
We went thru 5 cords
of wood this winter
-he told me beautiful stories
& had the most beautiful visions
He was a truly religious man
at the end
-you know, I like you guys
god-damn!
(I saw this cat run out
of the ocean, one night,
and beat-off into a fire)
I'm going down to Mexico
To this border town I heard
about & I'm gonna buy
me a girl & bring her
back up here & merry her, it's
true. This guy told me.
A friend of his knew someone who
-You're too much
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There was preserved
in her
The fresh miracle
of
surprise
open
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The Night is young & full of rest
I can't describe the way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest
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SIRENS
Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets
Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass
Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
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Poet of the call-girl storm
She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."
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I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
Wrapping all games in its calm garden
But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
Iґll still take you then
But I'm your friend
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ODE NEW YORK MAIDENS
everyone has Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High style
Flash & forgive me
high button shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love's triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment
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THE AMERICAN NIGHT
for leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & smog &
pollen of existence
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travelers
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I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes
I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply
The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain
And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain
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She looked so sad in sleep
Like a friendly hand
just out of reach
A candle stranded on
a beach
While the sun sinks low
an H-bomb in reverse
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Everything human
is leaving
her face
Soon she will disappear
into the calm
vegetable
morass
Stay!
My Wild Love!
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I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings & rings. It's no fun
To feel like a fool - when your
baby's gone. A new ax to my head:
Possession. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I've done nothing w/ time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
w/ Revolution. When out there the
World awaits & abounds w/ heavy gangs
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
from windows as if to say: I'm bold -
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
at the glass door (why can't I
be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
revs & races against the grain - dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down - & begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?
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In the gloom
In the shady living room
where we lived & died
& laughed & cried
& the pride of our relationship
took hold that summer
What a trip
To hold your hand
& tell the cops
you're not 16
no runaway
The wino left a little in
the old blue desert
bottle
Cattle skulls
the cliche' of rats
who skim the trees
in search of fat
Hip children invade the grounds
& sleep in the wet grass
'til the dogs rush out
I'm going South!
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MIAMI
What can I read her
What can I read her
on a Sunday Morning
What can I do that will
somehow reach her
on a Sunday Morning
I'll read her the news of
The Indian Wars
Full of criss-calvary, blood
& gore
Stories to tame & charm
& more
On a Sunday Morning
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Some wild fires
Searchout
a dry quiet kiss on leaving
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Like our ancestors
The Indians
We share a fear of sex
excessive lamentation for the dead
& an abiding interest in dreams & visions
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EXPLOSION
The mushroom
The unfolding
instant of creation (fertilisation)
not an instant separate from breakfast
It all flows down & out, flowing
but that instant:
not fire & fusion (Fission) but a moment
of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating
merging in cool slime splendor
a crushing of steel & glass & ice
(instant in a bar: glasses clash, clink, collide)
far-out splendor
heat & fire are outward signs of a
Small dry mating
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event in a room
event in space
a circle
Magic rite
To call up the godhead
spirits, demons
The shaman calls:
"when radio dark night..."
We are eating each other.
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The Voice of the Serpent
dry hiss of age & steam
& leaves of gold
old books in ruined
Temples
The pages break like ash
I will not disturb
I will not go
Come, he says softly
an Old man appears &
moves in tired dance
amid the scattered dead
gently they stir
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I received an Aztec wall
of vision
& dissolved my room in
sweet derision
Closed my eyes, prepared to go
A gentle wind inform'd me so
And bathed my skin in ether glow
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Drugs are a bet w/ your mind
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The cigarette burn'd
my fingertips
& dropp'd like a log
to the rug below
My eyes took a trip
to dig the chick
Crouch'd like a cat
at the next window
My ears assembled music
out of swarming streets
but my mind rebelled
at the idiot's laughter
The rising frightful idiot laughter
Cheering an army of
vacuum cleaners
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Mouth fills w/ taste of copper.
Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters.
Gyro on a string, a table.
A coin spins. The faces.
There is an audience to our drama.
Magic shade mask.
Like the hero of a dream, he works for us,
in our behalf.
How close is this to a final cut?
I fall. Sweet blackness.
Strange world that waits & watches.
Ancient dread of non-existence.
If it's no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
its opposite, & everything else.
I'm alive. I'm dying.
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1st wild thrush of fear
-A phone rings
There is a knock on the door.
It's time to go.
No.
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JAIL
The walls screamed poetry disease & sex
an inner whine like a mad machine
The Computer
faces of the men
The wall collage
reading matter
The Traders (dealers)
dropped in a
cave of roaches
or rodents
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I am a guide to the labyrinth
Come & see me
in the green hotel
Rm. 32
I will be there after 9:30 P.M.
I will show you the girl of the ghetto
I will show you the burning well
I will show you strange people
haunted, beast-like, on the
verge of evolution
-Fear The Lords who are
secret among us
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Leaving the phone-booth, I was
Struck by a whiff of
the weird.
Insane old country woman
come to nag the haunts
of town
Hairy legs w/ open sores.
From what swamp or under-rock
did you crawl to remind
to leave
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Androgynous, liquid, happy
Heavy
Facile & vapid
Weighted w/ words
Mortgaged soul
Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps
Box-cars of heaven
New Orleans Nile Sunset
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The form is a plane above
the earth, A soldier bails
out, leaving his entrails
fluttering, billowing, Scoop'd
down, windy midwife, wrench'd
by the world from her rich
belly, my metal mother,
ripped cord, down & frozen.
Following pilot the eye of
the plane; "Great Eye of Night"
God on a windscreen, wind-
scream, wormwind
Trailing.
(& hide among women
like a toothless bird)
Burned by air
Burned bad by light
in the
[gun shot]
O Wow
he's shot
& the scarlet news
(hoarse mute confusion
of the witness crowd)
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Airport.
Messenger in the form of a soldier.
Green wool. He stood there,
off the plane.
A new truth, too horrible to bear.
There was no record of it
anywhere in the ancient signs
or symbols.
People looked at each other,
in the mirror, their children's
eyes.
Why had it come.
There was no escape from
it anywhere.
A truth too horrible to name.
Only a loose puking moan
could frame its dark interiors.
Only a few could look upon
its face w/ calm.
Most of the people fell instantly
under its dark terror.
They looked to the calm ones
but saw only a green
military coat.
Repent!
None of the old Things worked.
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disciple
Scar
death
Magic
Prison
Garden
Shelter
Princess
of Sorrow
Wilderness Angel
of envy
Call Me
Tomorrow
Bones
Landing
Gold
Arrival
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Street. Steel thrust sucking space.
Silent willful turbines, motors
raving
City of clouds, pirates of air.
Land of rainbows & scarlet rare
islands.
We are here, parables.
Silent climbers
The breast engine mattered.
Monster in drag, a tin damsel
Shuddered & flew
Cut spent space
Crazed ace
Collect
The cake-walk.
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HORSE LATITUDES
The barn is burning
The race-track is over
Farmers run w/
buckets of water
The Horse flesh is burning
They're kicking the stalls
(panic in a horse's eye
That can spread & fill
an entire sky.)
The clouds flow by
& tell a story
about the lightning bolt & the mast
on the steeple
Some people have a hard time
describing sailors to the
undernourished.
The decks are starving
Time to throw the cargo over
Now down & the high-sailing
fluttering of smiles on the air
w/ its cool night time disturbance
Tropic corridor
Tropic Treasure
What got us this far to this
mild equator
Now we need something
& something new
when all else fails
we can whip the horse's eyes
& make them cry
& sleep
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France is 1st, Nogales round-up
Cross over the border-
land of eternal adolescence
quality of despair unmatched
anywhere on the perimeter
Message from the outskirts
calling us home
This is the private space of a
new order. We need saviors
To help us survive the journey.
Now who will come
Now hear this
We have started the crossing
Who knows? it may end badly
The actors are assembled;
immediately they become
enchanted
I, for one, am in ecstasy
enthralled.
Can I convince you to smile?
No wise men now.
Each on his own
grab your daughter & run
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"Oh God, she cried
I never knew what
it meant to be real
I thought all this was a joke,
I never let the horror, or
the sweetness & the dignity
penetrate my brain"
"Let me up to see
the window. Dark Riders
pass in the sunset
coming home from
raiding parties.
The taverns will be
full of laughter, wine,
& later dancing, later
dangerous knife throws.
Antonio will be there
& that whore, Blue Lady
playing cards w/ silver
decks & smiling at the night,
& full glasses held aloft
& spilled to the moon.
I'm sad, so full of sadness"
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She's selling news in the market
Time in the hall
The girls of the factory
Rolling cigars
They haven't invented musak yet
So I read to them
From The BOOK OF DAYS
a horror story from the Gothic age
a gruesome romance
From the LA
Plague
I have a vision of America
Seen from the air
28,000 ft. & going fast
A one-armed man in a Texas
parking labyrinth
A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird
in an empty lot in Fresno
Miles & miles of hotel corridors
& elevators, filled w/ citizens
Motel Money Murder Madness
Changed the mood from glad to sadness
play the ghost song baby
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a young woman, bound silently, on
a hospital table, obviously pregnant,
is gutted & rifled of her empire
object of oblivion
________________________________________
Drugs sex drunkenness battle
return to the water-world
Sea-belly
Mother of man
Monstrous sleep-walking gentle swarming
atomic world
Anomie in social life
how can we hate or love or judge
in the sea-swarm world of atoms
All one, one All
How can we play or not play
How can we put one foot before us
or revolutionize or write
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Does the house burn? So be it.
The World, a film which men devise.
Smoke drifts thru these chambers
Murders occur in a bedroom.
Mummers chant, birds hush & coo.
Will this do?
Take Two.
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each day is a drive thru history
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BRIGHT FLAGS
The great hiway of dawn
Stretching to slumber
pouring out from her greedy
palms a shore, to wander
Hesitation & doubt
Swiftly ensconced
O Viking, your women
cannot save you
out on the great ship
Time has claimed you
Coming for you
And I came to you
for peace
And I came to you
for gold
And I came to you
for lies
And you gave me fever
& wisdom
& cries
& sorrow
& we'll be here
the next day
the next day
&
Tomorrow
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There's a belief by the
Children of Man which states
all will be well
Search on man, clam savior
Veteran of wars incalculable
greed. Search on man, calm savior
God-speed & forgive you
morning-star, fragrant
meadow person girl
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down
down
down
down
down
down
deep
below
children of the caves will let their
secret fires glow
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An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
An old man leaves the Casino
A young man reading pauses
on the path to the garden
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Bitter winter
Fiction dogs are starving
The radio is moaning softly
calling to the dogs
There are still a few
animals left out in the yard
Sit up all night,
talking smoking
Count the dead & wait
'til morning
Will warm names & faces
come again
Does the silver forest end?
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December Isles
Hot morning chambers
of the New Day
Idiot first to awaken (be born)
w/ shadows of new play
learned men
in Sunday best
we've had our chance to rest
to morn the passing of day
to lament the death of our
glorious member
(she whispers secret messages
of love in the garden
to her friends, the bees)
The garden would be here
forevermore
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Mexican parachute
Blue green pink
Invented of Silk
& stretched on grass
Draped in the trees
of a Mexican Park
T-shirt boys in their
Slumbering art
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-I fear that he's been
maim'd beyond all
recognition
He hears them come &
murmur over his corpse.
Street Pizza.
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funny,
I keep expecting a
knock on the door
well, that's what you
get for living around
people
a Knock? would shatter
my dream's illusions
deportment & composure
The struggle of a poor poet
to stay out of the grips
of novels & gambling
& journalism
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A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet's
survival
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Actors must make us think
they're real
Our friends must not
make us think we're acting
They are, though, in slow
Time
My wild words
slip into fusion
& risk losing
the solid ground
So stranger, get
wilder still
Probe the Highlands
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Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
courage milk, refined poison
of cockroach & tree-bark, leaves
& fly-wings scraped from the
land, a thick film; menstrual
fluids no doubt add their splendor.
It is the eagle's drink.
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Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger.
Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.
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THE CONNECTORS
-What is connection?
-When 2 motions, thought
to be infinite & mutually
exclusive, meet in a
moment.
-Of Time?
-Yes.
-Time does not exist.
There is no time.
-Time is a straight plantation.
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THE CONNECTORS
The diamond shone like broken glass
Upon the midnight street
And all atop the walls were wet
Their white eyes glint & sleek
Then from afar a gnome appeared
An angel flashed on furry feet
The boulevard became a river
While waiting crowds began to quiver
I was in a motel watching
Whiskey in my hand
Her breath was soft, the wind was warm
Someone in a room was born
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Accomplishments:
To make works in the face
of the void
To gain form, idenity
To raise from the herd-crowd
Public favor
public fervor
even the bitter Poet-Madman is
a clown
Treading the boards
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Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/ your dark slumber
Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore
Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars
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Whether to be a
great cagey perfumed
beast
dying under the
sweet patronage
of Kings
& exist like luxuriant
flowers beneath the
emblems of their
Strange empire
or by mere insouciant
faith
slap them, call their cards
spit on fate & cast hell
to flames in usury
by dying, nobly
we could exist like
innocent trolls
propagate our revels
& give the finger to the
gods in our private
bedrooms
let's rather, maybe,
perhaps,
get fucking out in
the open, & by
swelling, jubilantly
Magnificently, end them.
when the mind is open & the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.
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Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom
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Cold treatment of our empress
The Transient Universe
Instant communion and
communication
emeralds in glass
searchlights at twi-light
stoned streets in the pale dawn
robed in exile
swift beat of a proud heart
eyes like twenty
swift dream
frozen heart
soldiers doom
clouds & struggles
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
"That's how I met her,
lonely & frozen
right from the start"
Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.
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he enters stage:
Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the
swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely
out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances. &
new music
Everywhere followers accure
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure
I'm Me!
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Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands - how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair - so twined & writhing
The skin of my face - pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
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What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything
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I am a guide to the Labyrinth
Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath
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Power
I can make the earth stop in
it's tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.
I can
I am
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People need Connections
Writers, heroes, stars,
leaders
To give life form.
A child's sand boat facing
the sun.
Plastic soldiers in the miniature
dirt war. Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships
Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal need & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the
safety magic of childhood.
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The grand highway
is
crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget.
Wilderness.
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Now is blessed
The rest
remembered
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A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his yard, a pile,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years
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Sirens
Water
Rain & Thunder
Jet from the base
Hot searing insect cry
The Frogs & crickets
Doors open & close
The smash of glass
The Soft Parade
An accident
Rustle of silk, nylon
Watering the dry grass
Fire
Bells
Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
Lawn mower
Good Humor man
Skates & wagons
Bikes
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Where'd you learn about
Satan - out of a book
Love? - out of a box
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night of sin (The Fall)
-1st sex, a feeling of having
done this same act in time before
O No, not again
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Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs, & judgments
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Men who go out on ships
To escape sin & the mire of cities
watch the placenta of evening stars
from the deck, on their backs
& cross the equator
& perform rituals to exhume the dead
dangerous initiations
To mark passage to new levels
To feel on the verge of an exorcism
a rite of passage
To wait, or seek manhood
enlightenment in a gun
To kill childhood, innocence
in an instant
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Trade-routes
guide lines
The Vikings & explores
Discoverers
The unconscious
a map of the states
The veins of hiways
Beauty of a map
Hidden connections
Fast trampled forest
Madness in a whisper
neon crackle
The hiss of tires
A city growls
rich vast & sullen
like a slow monster
come to fat
& die
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THE ANATOMY OF ROCK
The 1st electric wildness came
over the people
on sweet Friday.
Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed,
token of power.
Incense brewed darkly.
Who could tell then that here
it would end?
One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads.
Mercury strained.
I couldn't get out of my seat.
The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs.
Help,
we'll be late for class.
The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard &
pinned us unwittingly
Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked on the
base of the flagpole.
In the restrooms all was cool
& silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.
Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.
Lockers were pried open
& secrets discovered.
Ah sweet music.
Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks
on the wild skid & slid
into dangerous curves.
Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping towards Sunday.
Those lean sweet desperate hours.
Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.
Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast
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Worship w/ words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obscene - in the insane
infant.
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We can do it on a sunny
floor w/ friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.
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"Have you ever seen God?"
- a mandala. A symmetrical angel.
Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard? Music. Voices.
Touched? an animal. your hand.
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water
& wine.
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An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall
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No one thought up being;
he who thinks he has
Step forward
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Shrill demented sparrows bard
The sun into being. They rule
dawn's Kingdom. The cars -
a rising chorus - Then
workmen's songs & hammers
The children of the schoolyard,
a hundred high voices,
complete the orchestration
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"In that year there was
an intense visitation
of energy.
I left school & went down
to the beach to live.
I slept on the roof.
At night the moon became a
womanґs face.
I met the Spirit of Music."
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An appearance of the devil
on a Venice canal.
Running, I saw a Satan
or Satyr, moving beside
me, a fleshy shadow
of my secret mind. Running,
Knowing.
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The day I left the beach
A hairy Satyr running
behind & a little to the
right.
In the holy solipsism
of the young
Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/ out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
their vibes thru my
skin, the hair on my neck
-it rises.
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THE FEAR
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial & jail seem almost
friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm
(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous & arching
coolly)
A barn
a cabin attic
Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window
fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon
I'm freezing
animals
dead
white wings of
rabbits
grey velvet deer
The The Canyon
The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE
Sudden movements
& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night
The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker
Afraid of Wolves
& his own Shadow
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The Wolf
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
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a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into the Night
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Clothed in sunlight
restless in wanting
dying of fever
Changed shapes of an empire
Starling invaders
Vast promissory notes of joy
Wanton, willful & passive
Married to doubt
Clothed in great warring monuments
of glory
How it has changed you
How slowly estranged you
Solely arranged you
Beg you for mercy
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The Crossroads
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into
the ear of travelers &
interest them in their fate
Hitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
hidden gods of the blood"
-Why do you call us?
You know our price. It
never changes. Death of
you will give life
& free you from a vile
fate. But it is getting late.
-If I could see you again
& talk w/ you, & walk a
short while in your company,
& drink the heady brew
of your conversations,
I thought
-to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.
-As the capesman faces
poisoned horns & drinks
red victory; the soldier,
too, w/ his trophy, a
pierced helmet; shuddering
his way into inward grace
- laughter) Well then. Would
you mock yourself?
-No.
-Soon our voices must become
ne, or one must leave.
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Forest strong sandals
burnt geometry fingers
around a fire
reading history in blackened
books, charcoal sentence
in moot splendor
Flame-tree
Sire, we met inEden
The troubled time
we had
rustling in the night leaves
a sniper aimed at our window
a kitten mewing in the blasted
strong air
I must go see
-You've found your Voice,
friend, after all else
I recognize fast the
Strong sure tones of
a poet
was it a question
search or of strangling?
I wonder
We never talked
But welcome here
to the camp fire
Share our meal
w/ us
& tell us of your life
& the hanging
-Well 1st I screamed
& I was a child again alive
Then nothing til the age
of 5
& then summers & the racetrack
I looked for a girl in
New Mexico
bars
& found jail
The prostitute looked out
her cell & saw
Fuck god scratched
on a leprous wall
-You're rambling boy
what of the rest
the jazz hiway
he winks.
-I got picked up
& rode thru the night
-did you see any buildings
-did I . . .
What was I doing
of course we danced plenty
She had nice sides
the cop hit me
Stop, I don't remember
-The logs are melting
we must move on
The fire's ending
we'll hear more
at the next alter
Trees
Train-death
The American Night
We went thru 5 cords
of wood this winter
-he told me beautiful stories
& had the most beautiful visions
He was a truly religious man
at the end
-you know, I like you guys
god-damn!
(I saw this cat run out
of the ocean, one night,
and beat-off into a fire)
I'm going down to Mexico
To this border town I heard
about & I'm gonna buy
me a girl & bring her
back up here & merry her, it's
true. This guy told me.
A friend of his knew someone who
-You're too much
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There was preserved
in her
The fresh miracle
of
surprise
open
________________________________________
The Night is young & full of rest
I can't describe the way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest
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SIRENS
Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets
Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass
Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
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Poet of the call-girl storm
She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."
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I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
Wrapping all games in its calm garden
But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
Iґll still take you then
But I'm your friend
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ODE NEW YORK MAIDENS
everyone has Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High style
Flash & forgive me
high button shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love's triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment
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THE AMERICAN NIGHT
for leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & smog &
pollen of existence
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travelers
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I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes
I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply
The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain
And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain
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She looked so sad in sleep
Like a friendly hand
just out of reach
A candle stranded on
a beach
While the sun sinks low
an H-bomb in reverse
________________________________________
Everything human
is leaving
her face
Soon she will disappear
into the calm
vegetable
morass
Stay!
My Wild Love!
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I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings & rings. It's no fun
To feel like a fool - when your
baby's gone. A new ax to my head:
Possession. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I've done nothing w/ time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
w/ Revolution. When out there the
World awaits & abounds w/ heavy gangs
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
from windows as if to say: I'm bold -
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
at the glass door (why can't I
be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
revs & races against the grain - dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down - & begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?
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In the gloom
In the shady living room
where we lived & died
& laughed & cried
& the pride of our relationship
took hold that summer
What a trip
To hold your hand
& tell the cops
you're not 16
no runaway
The wino left a little in
the old blue desert
bottle
Cattle skulls
the cliche' of rats
who skim the trees
in search of fat
Hip children invade the grounds
& sleep in the wet grass
'til the dogs rush out
I'm going South!
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MIAMI
What can I read her
What can I read her
on a Sunday Morning
What can I do that will
somehow reach her
on a Sunday Morning
I'll read her the news of
The Indian Wars
Full of criss-calvary, blood
& gore
Stories to tame & charm
& more
On a Sunday Morning
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Some wild fires
Searchout
a dry quiet kiss on leaving
________________________________________
Like our ancestors
The Indians
We share a fear of sex
excessive lamentation for the dead
& an abiding interest in dreams & visions
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EXPLOSION
The mushroom
The unfolding
instant of creation (fertilisation)
not an instant separate from breakfast
It all flows down & out, flowing
but that instant:
not fire & fusion (Fission) but a moment
of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating
merging in cool slime splendor
a crushing of steel & glass & ice
(instant in a bar: glasses clash, clink, collide)
far-out splendor
heat & fire are outward signs of a
Small dry mating
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event in a room
event in space
a circle
Magic rite
To call up the godhead
spirits, demons
The shaman calls:
"when radio dark night..."
We are eating each other.
________________________________________
The Voice of the Serpent
dry hiss of age & steam
& leaves of gold
old books in ruined
Temples
The pages break like ash
I will not disturb
I will not go
Come, he says softly
an Old man appears &
moves in tired dance
amid the scattered dead
gently they stir
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I received an Aztec wall
of vision
& dissolved my room in
sweet derision
Closed my eyes, prepared to go
A gentle wind inform'd me so
And bathed my skin in ether glow
________________________________________
Drugs are a bet w/ your mind
________________________________________
The cigarette burn'd
my fingertips
& dropp'd like a log
to the rug below
My eyes took a trip
to dig the chick
Crouch'd like a cat
at the next window
My ears assembled music
out of swarming streets
but my mind rebelled
at the idiot's laughter
The rising frightful idiot laughter
Cheering an army of
vacuum cleaners
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Mouth fills w/ taste of copper.
Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters.
Gyro on a string, a table.
A coin spins. The faces.
There is an audience to our drama.
Magic shade mask.
Like the hero of a dream, he works for us,
in our behalf.
How close is this to a final cut?
I fall. Sweet blackness.
Strange world that waits & watches.
Ancient dread of non-existence.
If it's no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
its opposite, & everything else.
I'm alive. I'm dying.
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1st wild thrush of fear
-A phone rings
There is a knock on the door.
It's time to go.
No.
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JAIL
The walls screamed poetry disease & sex
an inner whine like a mad machine
The Computer
faces of the men
The wall collage
reading matter
The Traders (dealers)
dropped in a
cave of roaches
or rodents
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I am a guide to the labyrinth
Come & see me
in the green hotel
Rm. 32
I will be there after 9:30 P.M.
I will show you the girl of the ghetto
I will show you the burning well
I will show you strange people
haunted, beast-like, on the
verge of evolution
-Fear The Lords who are
secret among us
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Leaving the phone-booth, I was
Struck by a whiff of
the weird.
Insane old country woman
come to nag the haunts
of town
Hairy legs w/ open sores.
From what swamp or under-rock
did you crawl to remind
to leave
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Androgynous, liquid, happy
Heavy
Facile & vapid
Weighted w/ words
Mortgaged soul
Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps
Box-cars of heaven
New Orleans Nile Sunset
________________________________________
The form is a plane above
the earth, A soldier bails
out, leaving his entrails
fluttering, billowing, Scoop'd
down, windy midwife, wrench'd
by the world from her rich
belly, my metal mother,
ripped cord, down & frozen.
Following pilot the eye of
the plane; "Great Eye of Night"
God on a windscreen, wind-
scream, wormwind
Trailing.
(& hide among women
like a toothless bird)
Burned by air
Burned bad by light
in the
[gun shot]
O Wow
he's shot
& the scarlet news
(hoarse mute confusion
of the witness crowd)
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Airport.
Messenger in the form of a soldier.
Green wool. He stood there,
off the plane.
A new truth, too horrible to bear.
There was no record of it
anywhere in the ancient signs
or symbols.
People looked at each other,
in the mirror, their children's
eyes.
Why had it come.
There was no escape from
it anywhere.
A truth too horrible to name.
Only a loose puking moan
could frame its dark interiors.
Only a few could look upon
its face w/ calm.
Most of the people fell instantly
under its dark terror.
They looked to the calm ones
but saw only a green
military coat.
Repent!
None of the old Things worked.
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disciple
Scar
death
Magic
Prison
Garden
Shelter
Princess
of Sorrow
Wilderness Angel
of envy
Call Me
Tomorrow
Bones
Landing
Gold
Arrival
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Street. Steel thrust sucking space.
Silent willful turbines, motors
raving
City of clouds, pirates of air.
Land of rainbows & scarlet rare
islands.
We are here, parables.
Silent climbers
The breast engine mattered.
Monster in drag, a tin damsel
Shuddered & flew
Cut spent space
Crazed ace
Collect
The cake-walk.
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HORSE LATITUDES
The barn is burning
The race-track is over
Farmers run w/
buckets of water
The Horse flesh is burning
They're kicking the stalls
(panic in a horse's eye
That can spread & fill
an entire sky.)
The clouds flow by
& tell a story
about the lightning bolt & the mast
on the steeple
Some people have a hard time
describing sailors to the
undernourished.
The decks are starving
Time to throw the cargo over
Now down & the high-sailing
fluttering of smiles on the air
w/ its cool night time disturbance
Tropic corridor
Tropic Treasure
What got us this far to this
mild equator
Now we need something
& something new
when all else fails
we can whip the horse's eyes
& make them cry
& sleep
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France is 1st, Nogales round-up
Cross over the border-
land of eternal adolescence
quality of despair unmatched
anywhere on the perimeter
Message from the outskirts
calling us home
This is the private space of a
new order. We need saviors
To help us survive the journey.
Now who will come
Now hear this
We have started the crossing
Who knows? it may end badly
The actors are assembled;
immediately they become
enchanted
I, for one, am in ecstasy
enthralled.
Can I convince you to smile?
No wise men now.
Each on his own
grab your daughter & run
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"Oh God, she cried
I never knew what
it meant to be real
I thought all this was a joke,
I never let the horror, or
the sweetness & the dignity
penetrate my brain"
"Let me up to see
the window. Dark Riders
pass in the sunset
coming home from
raiding parties.
The taverns will be
full of laughter, wine,
& later dancing, later
dangerous knife throws.
Antonio will be there
& that whore, Blue Lady
playing cards w/ silver
decks & smiling at the night,
& full glasses held aloft
& spilled to the moon.
I'm sad, so full of sadness"
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She's selling news in the market
Time in the hall
The girls of the factory
Rolling cigars
They haven't invented musak yet
So I read to them
From The BOOK OF DAYS
a horror story from the Gothic age
a gruesome romance
From the LA
Plague
I have a vision of America
Seen from the air
28,000 ft. & going fast
A one-armed man in a Texas
parking labyrinth
A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird
in an empty lot in Fresno
Miles & miles of hotel corridors
& elevators, filled w/ citizens
Motel Money Murder Madness
Changed the mood from glad to sadness
play the ghost song baby
________________________________________
a young woman, bound silently, on
a hospital table, obviously pregnant,
is gutted & rifled of her empire
object of oblivion
________________________________________
Drugs sex drunkenness battle
return to the water-world
Sea-belly
Mother of man
Monstrous sleep-walking gentle swarming
atomic world
Anomie in social life
how can we hate or love or judge
in the sea-swarm world of atoms
All one, one All
How can we play or not play
How can we put one foot before us
or revolutionize or write
________________________________________
Does the house burn? So be it.
The World, a film which men devise.
Smoke drifts thru these chambers
Murders occur in a bedroom.
Mummers chant, birds hush & coo.
Will this do?
Take Two.
________________________________________
each day is a drive thru history
________________________________________
BRIGHT FLAGS
The great hiway of dawn
Stretching to slumber
pouring out from her greedy
palms a shore, to wander
Hesitation & doubt
Swiftly ensconced
O Viking, your women
cannot save you
out on the great ship
Time has claimed you
Coming for you
And I came to you
for peace
And I came to you
for gold
And I came to you
for lies
And you gave me fever
& wisdom
& cries
& sorrow
& we'll be here
the next day
the next day
&
Tomorrow
________________________________________
There's a belief by the
Children of Man which states
all will be well
Search on man, clam savior
Veteran of wars incalculable
greed. Search on man, calm savior
God-speed & forgive you
morning-star, fragrant
meadow person girl
________________________________________
down
down
down
down
down
down
deep
below
children of the caves will let their
secret fires glow
________________________________________
An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
An old man leaves the Casino
A young man reading pauses
on the path to the garden
________________________________________
Bitter winter
Fiction dogs are starving
The radio is moaning softly
calling to the dogs
There are still a few
animals left out in the yard
Sit up all night,
talking smoking
Count the dead & wait
'til morning
Will warm names & faces
come again
Does the silver forest end?
________________________________________
December Isles
Hot morning chambers
of the New Day
Idiot first to awaken (be born)
w/ shadows of new play
learned men
in Sunday best
we've had our chance to rest
to morn the passing of day
to lament the death of our
glorious member
(she whispers secret messages
of love in the garden
to her friends, the bees)
The garden would be here
forevermore
________________________________________
Mexican parachute
Blue green pink
Invented of Silk
& stretched on grass
Draped in the trees
of a Mexican Park
T-shirt boys in their
Slumbering art
________________________________________
-I fear that he's been
maim'd beyond all
recognition
He hears them come &
murmur over his corpse.
Street Pizza.
________________________________________
funny,
I keep expecting a
knock on the door
well, that's what you
get for living around
people
a Knock? would shatter
my dream's illusions
deportment & composure
The struggle of a poor poet
to stay out of the grips
of novels & gambling
& journalism
________________________________________
A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet's
survival
________________________________________
Actors must make us think
they're real
Our friends must not
make us think we're acting
They are, though, in slow
Time
My wild words
slip into fusion
& risk losing
the solid ground
So stranger, get
wilder still
Probe the Highlands
________________________________________
Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
courage milk, refined poison
of cockroach & tree-bark, leaves
& fly-wings scraped from the
land, a thick film; menstrual
fluids no doubt add their splendor.
It is the eagle's drink.
________________________________________
Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger.
Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.
________________________________________
THE CONNECTORS
-What is connection?
-When 2 motions, thought
to be infinite & mutually
exclusive, meet in a
moment.
-Of Time?
-Yes.
-Time does not exist.
There is no time.
-Time is a straight plantation.
________________________________________
THE CONNECTORS
The diamond shone like broken glass
Upon the midnight street
And all atop the walls were wet
Their white eyes glint & sleek
Then from afar a gnome appeared
An angel flashed on furry feet
The boulevard became a river
While waiting crowds began to quiver
I was in a motel watching
Whiskey in my hand
Her breath was soft, the wind was warm
Someone in a room was born
________________________________________
Accomplishments:
To make works in the face
of the void
To gain form, idenity
To raise from the herd-crowd
Public favor
public fervor
even the bitter Poet-Madman is
a clown
Treading the boards
________________________________________
Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/ your dark slumber
Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore
Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars
________________________________________
Whether to be a
great cagey perfumed
beast
dying under the
sweet patronage
of Kings
& exist like luxuriant
flowers beneath the
emblems of their
Strange empire
or by mere insouciant
faith
slap them, call their cards
spit on fate & cast hell
to flames in usury
by dying, nobly
we could exist like
innocent trolls
propagate our revels
& give the finger to the
gods in our private
bedrooms
let's rather, maybe,
perhaps,
get fucking out in
the open, & by
swelling, jubilantly
Magnificently, end them.
sâmbătă, 2 octombrie 2010
So much forgotten already
So much forgotten
So much to forget
Once the idea of purity
born, all was lost
irrevocably
The Black Musician
in a house up the hill
Nigger in the woodpile
Skeleton in the closet
Sorry. Didn't mean you.
An old man, someone's
daughter
Arises
& sees us still in the room
of off-key piano & bad
paintings
him off to work
&new wife arriving
(The candle-forests of
Notre-Dame)
beggar nuns w/ moving
smiles, small velvet sacks
& cataleptic eyes
straying to the gaudy
Mosaic calendar
Windows
I write like this
to seize you
give me your love, your
tired eyes, sad for
delivery
A small & undiscover'd
park -- we ramble
And the posters scream
safe revolt
& the tired walls barely
fall, graffiti into
dry cement sand
an overfed vacuum
dust-clock
I remember freeways
Summer, beside you
Ocean -- brother
Storms passing
electric fires in the night
"rain, night, misery --
the back-ends of wagons"
Shake it! Wanda,
fat stranded swamp
Woman
We still need you
Shake your roly-poly
Thighs inside that
Southern tent
So what.
It was really wild
She started nude & put
on her clothes.
An old & cheap hotel
w/ bums in the lobby
genteel bums of satisfied
poverty
Across the street, a
famous pool-hall
where the actors meet
former ace -- home of
beat musicians
beat poets & beat
wanderers
in the Zen tradition
from China to the
Subway
in 4 easy lifetimes
Weeping, he left his pad
on orders from police
& furnishings hauled
away, all records &
momentos, & reporters
calculating tears &
curses for the press:
"I hope the Chinese junkies
get you"
& they will
for the poppy
rules the world
That handsome gentle
flower
Sweet Billy!
Do you remember
the snake
your lover
tender in the tumbled
brush-weed
sand & cactus
I do.
And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night
eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean
Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?
"There's a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born
Now I'm a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden
Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you're gone
& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden
A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world
Where friends do lie & drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens"
The cunt bloomed
& the paper walls
Trembled
A monster arrived
in the mirror
To mock the room
& its fool
alone
Give me songs
to sing
& emerald dreams
to dream
& I'll give you love
unfolding
Sun
underwater, it was
immediately strange
& familiar
the black boy's
from the boat, fins & mask,
Nostrils bled liquid
crystal blood
as they rose to surface
Rose & moved strong
in their wet world
Below was a Kingdom
Empire of still sand
& yes, party-colored
fishes
-- they are the last
to leave
The gay sea
I eat you
avoiding your wordy
bones
& spit out pearls
The little girl gave
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides
I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth
I saw them charge
& heard the indian
war-scream
felt the adrenalin
of flight-fear
the exhilaration of terror
sloshed drunk in
the flashy battle blood
Naked we come
& bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below
This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell
Great good disease
& summer plague
Great god-damned shit-ass
Mother-fucking freak
You lie, you cheat,
you steal, you kill
you drink the Southern
Madness swill
of greed
you die utterly & alone
Mud up to your braces
Someone new in your
knickers
& who would that be?
You know
You know more
than you let on
Much more than you betray
Great slimy angel-whore
you've been good to me
You really have
been swell to me
Tell them you came & saw
& look'd into my eyes
& saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time
& out of season
The Hitchhiker stood
by the side of the road
& levelled his thumb
in the calm calculus
of reason.
So much forgotten
So much to forget
Once the idea of purity
born, all was lost
irrevocably
The Black Musician
in a house up the hill
Nigger in the woodpile
Skeleton in the closet
Sorry. Didn't mean you.
An old man, someone's
daughter
Arises
& sees us still in the room
of off-key piano & bad
paintings
him off to work
&new wife arriving
(The candle-forests of
Notre-Dame)
beggar nuns w/ moving
smiles, small velvet sacks
& cataleptic eyes
straying to the gaudy
Mosaic calendar
Windows
I write like this
to seize you
give me your love, your
tired eyes, sad for
delivery
A small & undiscover'd
park -- we ramble
And the posters scream
safe revolt
& the tired walls barely
fall, graffiti into
dry cement sand
an overfed vacuum
dust-clock
I remember freeways
Summer, beside you
Ocean -- brother
Storms passing
electric fires in the night
"rain, night, misery --
the back-ends of wagons"
Shake it! Wanda,
fat stranded swamp
Woman
We still need you
Shake your roly-poly
Thighs inside that
Southern tent
So what.
It was really wild
She started nude & put
on her clothes.
An old & cheap hotel
w/ bums in the lobby
genteel bums of satisfied
poverty
Across the street, a
famous pool-hall
where the actors meet
former ace -- home of
beat musicians
beat poets & beat
wanderers
in the Zen tradition
from China to the
Subway
in 4 easy lifetimes
Weeping, he left his pad
on orders from police
& furnishings hauled
away, all records &
momentos, & reporters
calculating tears &
curses for the press:
"I hope the Chinese junkies
get you"
& they will
for the poppy
rules the world
That handsome gentle
flower
Sweet Billy!
Do you remember
the snake
your lover
tender in the tumbled
brush-weed
sand & cactus
I do.
And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night
eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean
Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?
"There's a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born
Now I'm a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden
Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you're gone
& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden
A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world
Where friends do lie & drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens"
The cunt bloomed
& the paper walls
Trembled
A monster arrived
in the mirror
To mock the room
& its fool
alone
Give me songs
to sing
& emerald dreams
to dream
& I'll give you love
unfolding
Sun
underwater, it was
immediately strange
& familiar
the black boy's
from the boat, fins & mask,
Nostrils bled liquid
crystal blood
as they rose to surface
Rose & moved strong
in their wet world
Below was a Kingdom
Empire of still sand
& yes, party-colored
fishes
-- they are the last
to leave
The gay sea
I eat you
avoiding your wordy
bones
& spit out pearls
The little girl gave
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides
I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth
I saw them charge
& heard the indian
war-scream
felt the adrenalin
of flight-fear
the exhilaration of terror
sloshed drunk in
the flashy battle blood
Naked we come
& bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below
This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell
Great good disease
& summer plague
Great god-damned shit-ass
Mother-fucking freak
You lie, you cheat,
you steal, you kill
you drink the Southern
Madness swill
of greed
you die utterly & alone
Mud up to your braces
Someone new in your
knickers
& who would that be?
You know
You know more
than you let on
Much more than you betray
Great slimy angel-whore
you've been good to me
You really have
been swell to me
Tell them you came & saw
& look'd into my eyes
& saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time
& out of season
The Hitchhiker stood
by the side of the road
& levelled his thumb
in the calm calculus
of reason.
A human prayer
Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen
who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final visionby clap
Columbus' groin got
filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me & you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in a school book
Did you know madmen are
running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning & fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury & pout
ravings for a mad
staff
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(& where were you in our
lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven'sclaws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
II
Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning
"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"
We filed slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, & silent.
As we seated & were darkened
The Voice continued:
"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru & thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life & death; you might recall
all of the rest -- (did you
have a good world when you
died?) -- enough to base
a movie on?"
An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.
I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.
"It's all right.
All your friends are here."
When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"
Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain
I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers
O girl, unleash
your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
on my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a jokeof our universe
III
Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget
IV
A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling & bubbling.
The paper-face
.Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Meditation
Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon
The rest of the World
is reckless & dangerous
Look at the
brothels
Stag films
Exploration
V
A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen
who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final visionby clap
Columbus' groin got
filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me & you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in a school book
Did you know madmen are
running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning & fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury & pout
ravings for a mad
staff
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(& where were you in our
lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven'sclaws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
II
Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning
"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"
We filed slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, & silent.
As we seated & were darkened
The Voice continued:
"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru & thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life & death; you might recall
all of the rest -- (did you
have a good world when you
died?) -- enough to base
a movie on?"
An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.
I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.
"It's all right.
All your friends are here."
When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"
Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain
I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers
O girl, unleash
your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
on my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a jokeof our universe
III
Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget
IV
A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling & bubbling.
The paper-face
.Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Meditation
Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon
The rest of the World
is reckless & dangerous
Look at the
brothels
Stag films
Exploration
V
A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry
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