We must tie all these
desperate impressions together

MONEY...


Money, the beauty of
(currency pale green
greesyornate
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.

 

Voltar

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