Come on down
Let's sing
Some songs!
Come on down
Let's make
Some love!
Come on down
Let's do
Some laundry!
Come on
Let's leave
This place...
Friday, February 29, 2008
Untitled (A Song For A Friend)
Gary walks down that lonely street, as always,
muttering to himself about all that pain and strife
that he's been keepin' inside himself
for far too long, inside like a scorpion in
a paper bag. He looks up to the sky for redemption,
only to find more questions tapping on his glasses.
That pocketwatch he's always got on him, its his papa's.
It stopped tickin' years ago, but Gary's never noticed.
It's always 2:14 for him.
There's a muffled hum coming from Tom's where a
jazz trumpet is makin' love to the ears of eager patrons
snappin' their fingers, tracin' ghosts' outlines, and livin'
to that cool cool groove...
Ba buh bababa boo o o o o bah...
and it falls silent
when they see Gary come in. Someone says,
"Man, th' World's been cryin' on yo' shoulder fo' far
too long. She done covered yo' whole body with her woe."
And with that he left. And the love started makin'
again. And if you looked real close,
even in the dark,
you could make out a pair of stilettos steppin' in agony next to
Gary's gray boots. She'd given him her coat, and
he was still freezing...
muttering to himself about all that pain and strife
that he's been keepin' inside himself
for far too long, inside like a scorpion in
a paper bag. He looks up to the sky for redemption,
only to find more questions tapping on his glasses.
That pocketwatch he's always got on him, its his papa's.
It stopped tickin' years ago, but Gary's never noticed.
It's always 2:14 for him.
There's a muffled hum coming from Tom's where a
jazz trumpet is makin' love to the ears of eager patrons
snappin' their fingers, tracin' ghosts' outlines, and livin'
to that cool cool groove...
Ba buh bababa boo o o o o bah...
and it falls silent
when they see Gary come in. Someone says,
"Man, th' World's been cryin' on yo' shoulder fo' far
too long. She done covered yo' whole body with her woe."
And with that he left. And the love started makin'
again. And if you looked real close,
even in the dark,
you could make out a pair of stilettos steppin' in agony next to
Gary's gray boots. She'd given him her coat, and
he was still freezing...
Scarecrow
I live with an unemployed
Scarecrow. Hunched
In front of a Blue
Screen Of Death he
Exacts his
Revenge upon
Pixelated ravens
That mock his
Homely countenance.
He sleeps deeply in his
Dank overalls while his
Wispy pubic beard
Dangles
Sickly from his
Groin-shaped
Face. He feigns
A sense of culture,
Lambasting whatever
Respect one may have
Given him with
Oleaginous inward laughs and a
Penchant for the plentiful
Grain liquor of his
Dusk capped field. What is it like
Living with a man made
Of straw and
Little else? Not enticing
In the slightest. The door
Opens
And the door
Shuts,
And the
Wind
Blows through him
As he slowly and surely ripens
With mildew,
While I
Fly to the
Tower of Babel,
Leaving behind my
Oak pole and
Burlap skin for...
Black wings and
Talons.
Scarecrow. Hunched
In front of a Blue
Screen Of Death he
Exacts his
Revenge upon
Pixelated ravens
That mock his
Homely countenance.
He sleeps deeply in his
Dank overalls while his
Wispy pubic beard
Dangles
Sickly from his
Groin-shaped
Face. He feigns
A sense of culture,
Lambasting whatever
Respect one may have
Given him with
Oleaginous inward laughs and a
Penchant for the plentiful
Grain liquor of his
Dusk capped field. What is it like
Living with a man made
Of straw and
Little else? Not enticing
In the slightest. The door
Opens
And the door
Shuts,
And the
Wind
Blows through him
As he slowly and surely ripens
With mildew,
While I
Fly to the
Tower of Babel,
Leaving behind my
Oak pole and
Burlap skin for...
Black wings and
Talons.
Gertrude Stein Takes An Axe To My Head
Let's all devolve and put on our cots
Cots that are solved dissolving, revolving
Taking chunks out of our cots
And coats and floats
Bloating where nothing matters
Of the latter of course of of ladders
Spoken for and of and around
The cots and coats, oh
My lord bloat and soak
In the juice, loose and
Crackling as they were we went
And I and us and parted upon
Notes of joyful shudders
Cluttering in in my
Face
Erase
I win
I take the light
I might
I darken in your embrace
That we were to know
Right now don't you know, know what you know,
You know now know where you go when you go with whom
You used to love as you reigned from above the cluttered notes
Of joy above what you now know as love that was taught above you
And lost in his loss of an an embarrassment
What had that scent, which had his bare ass meant? To the top I say as as I say
Up on top of the top and tops his with that way they may say that may say that that
Say of what may be and and they may slay all those little sheep
Counting those little sleepy sheep
Bloody bodies all sheepy and sleepy
One, ni, drei, quattro, cinq and on on on on til I think there ain't no more sheep
And I'll cross my heart and heart my cross
As I devolve and put my sleepy sheepy head upon that cot.
Cots that are solved dissolving, revolving
Taking chunks out of our cots
And coats and floats
Bloating where nothing matters
Of the latter of course of of ladders
Spoken for and of and around
The cots and coats, oh
My lord bloat and soak
In the juice, loose and
Crackling as they were we went
And I and us and parted upon
Notes of joyful shudders
Cluttering in in my
Face
Erase
I win
I take the light
I might
I darken in your embrace
That we were to know
Right now don't you know, know what you know,
You know now know where you go when you go with whom
You used to love as you reigned from above the cluttered notes
Of joy above what you now know as love that was taught above you
And lost in his loss of an an embarrassment
What had that scent, which had his bare ass meant? To the top I say as as I say
Up on top of the top and tops his with that way they may say that may say that that
Say of what may be and and they may slay all those little sheep
Counting those little sleepy sheep
Bloody bodies all sheepy and sleepy
One, ni, drei, quattro, cinq and on on on on til I think there ain't no more sheep
And I'll cross my heart and heart my cross
As I devolve and put my sleepy sheepy head upon that cot.
This Is How I Love You
_ _ _ _ _ . _ . . _ . . . . . _ _ . . . _ . _ . . _ _ . . . . . _ _ . _ _ _ . . _ . . _ _ _ _ _ . _ . _ . . . . . STOP
House By The Railway
That house has been there
For far too long. It's the
Stuff of children's
Nightmares. Over
There across those
Unused railroad tracks,
All caked over in
Somnolent rust.
Yet I shudder to
Think of life
Without that house
Glaring back at me from
Across the tracks.
That loving pale
Blue demon
Slowly blinks
Against the sun,
I can see it
Shake, see it
Writhe. When
Will they come,
Come to put it
Out of its
Misery?
For far too long. It's the
Stuff of children's
Nightmares. Over
There across those
Unused railroad tracks,
All caked over in
Somnolent rust.
Yet I shudder to
Think of life
Without that house
Glaring back at me from
Across the tracks.
That loving pale
Blue demon
Slowly blinks
Against the sun,
I can see it
Shake, see it
Writhe. When
Will they come,
Come to put it
Out of its
Misery?
Shave
What was I before the shave?
Was I just some unwashed vagrant,
Sojourning for a month in your
Musical? I must’ve been. You never
Gave any of your minds, none of your
Amorous glances when it hung here.
You gave me an ultimatum, and I abided
By way of shear and razor.
All so I could play a sailor who can
Only sing two songs, a sailor who wanted his
One moment to speak, but amongst the
Chaos you nixed my voice
And I became mute.
You know, I lost part of myself when it went.
I feel naked and cold, awkward like I
See a stranger in the mirror…
Don’t laugh,
I truly do miss my beard.
Was I just some unwashed vagrant,
Sojourning for a month in your
Musical? I must’ve been. You never
Gave any of your minds, none of your
Amorous glances when it hung here.
You gave me an ultimatum, and I abided
By way of shear and razor.
All so I could play a sailor who can
Only sing two songs, a sailor who wanted his
One moment to speak, but amongst the
Chaos you nixed my voice
And I became mute.
You know, I lost part of myself when it went.
I feel naked and cold, awkward like I
See a stranger in the mirror…
Don’t laugh,
I truly do miss my beard.
I Dream One Day To Visit The Lighthouse
I dream one day to visit the lighthouse
Up on that hill. Do you see it? That’s my childhood.
It isn’t far at all. You know, I’d just skidder right up
Those alabaster dunes, right on up to ol’ Mr. Hopper’s door,
And sneak a quick visit to his little cozy abode.
Oh, he’d let me in, and with such hospitality!
From here you couldn’t tell, but that place is a shrine.
No, there’s no incense burning or waters to scald demons,
No, therein lies an altar to naïveté and simplicity,
To things overlooked; things pushed aside. I would be
Baptized in breast milk, born anew with eyes fresh and
Indiscriminating. Oh, how I would want to see the ocean
And it to see me! I’d climb that nautilus-staired tower
To greet the cerulean dreamscape lain out before me.
As I would stand in slack-jawed awe, I’d feel it. I’d feel it as blue
Became my only color. I would feel it as I saw the foam, and
The bubbles rise up above my stinging body. I would feel it
As it escaped me. But I’ll never get the chance. I mean, if I
Weren’t here, who’d get all this work done down here
Knocking over all these cherubic sandcastles?
Up on that hill. Do you see it? That’s my childhood.
It isn’t far at all. You know, I’d just skidder right up
Those alabaster dunes, right on up to ol’ Mr. Hopper’s door,
And sneak a quick visit to his little cozy abode.
Oh, he’d let me in, and with such hospitality!
From here you couldn’t tell, but that place is a shrine.
No, there’s no incense burning or waters to scald demons,
No, therein lies an altar to naïveté and simplicity,
To things overlooked; things pushed aside. I would be
Baptized in breast milk, born anew with eyes fresh and
Indiscriminating. Oh, how I would want to see the ocean
And it to see me! I’d climb that nautilus-staired tower
To greet the cerulean dreamscape lain out before me.
As I would stand in slack-jawed awe, I’d feel it. I’d feel it as blue
Became my only color. I would feel it as I saw the foam, and
The bubbles rise up above my stinging body. I would feel it
As it escaped me. But I’ll never get the chance. I mean, if I
Weren’t here, who’d get all this work done down here
Knocking over all these cherubic sandcastles?
Hand
I grew for ages
In a shaded wood.
The flora lent me
Their hue
Combined with the
Precise polish
Only a zephyr
Could muster,
I am as you
Find me now,
Soaked and
Glistening in
A rich lacquer
Of verdant
Perfection.
But something
Went awry,
Long before your
Arrival.
I was once gentle,
Delicately reaching
For the heavens,
Fingers lax,
Palm free,
Until they came...
And with such
Virulence,
Uprooted me,
Severing my tie to
Mother Gaia.
So, gawk some more
At my organic bear trap,
Forever clenched
In spite of those
Who took
My resplendence and respite
Away from
Me.
In a shaded wood.
The flora lent me
Their hue
Combined with the
Precise polish
Only a zephyr
Could muster,
I am as you
Find me now,
Soaked and
Glistening in
A rich lacquer
Of verdant
Perfection.
But something
Went awry,
Long before your
Arrival.
I was once gentle,
Delicately reaching
For the heavens,
Fingers lax,
Palm free,
Until they came...
And with such
Virulence,
Uprooted me,
Severing my tie to
Mother Gaia.
So, gawk some more
At my organic bear trap,
Forever clenched
In spite of those
Who took
My resplendence and respite
Away from
Me.
Trout Mask Replica
I have entered an abomination
Where a mustachioed wizard
Howls a burning hymnal
And stuttered proclamations.
A place where Coltrane and
Miles devolve into wicked
Scythes, oh! slash my ears
With your cacophonous beauty!
This place is a writhing pink; some rooms
Boiling; others, bone clatteringly
Cold, but some part of each room
Lies in the Delta.
My guide is a man dressed
In conifer green, in a coat lined
With fur dyed urine yellow.
Upon his head the bastard child
Of Lincoln and Earp's hats.
He faces me from a distance,
But I am hesitant to heed his
Hand-amplified call.
For in place of his face,
Grows the unexpected
Gasping, dot-eyed head
Of a calico trout.
He wants to introduce me
To the residents,
To the wonders of psychedelia,
The terrors of death and Man,
To the vicious cartoon symphony.
He wants to introduce me
To the mirror, but even there
I am not alone, for
My shadow, my slave, always skips along
Behind me in bondage. I have entered
An abomination, and I see
The past, present, and future
All playing together in a
Synesthetic game
Of hide-and-seek.
A game where no one ever
Finds anything, they only convulse,
Fast and bulbous, in the polyethylene bag.
Got me?
Where a mustachioed wizard
Howls a burning hymnal
And stuttered proclamations.
A place where Coltrane and
Miles devolve into wicked
Scythes, oh! slash my ears
With your cacophonous beauty!
This place is a writhing pink; some rooms
Boiling; others, bone clatteringly
Cold, but some part of each room
Lies in the Delta.
My guide is a man dressed
In conifer green, in a coat lined
With fur dyed urine yellow.
Upon his head the bastard child
Of Lincoln and Earp's hats.
He faces me from a distance,
But I am hesitant to heed his
Hand-amplified call.
For in place of his face,
Grows the unexpected
Gasping, dot-eyed head
Of a calico trout.
He wants to introduce me
To the residents,
To the wonders of psychedelia,
The terrors of death and Man,
To the vicious cartoon symphony.
He wants to introduce me
To the mirror, but even there
I am not alone, for
My shadow, my slave, always skips along
Behind me in bondage. I have entered
An abomination, and I see
The past, present, and future
All playing together in a
Synesthetic game
Of hide-and-seek.
A game where no one ever
Finds anything, they only convulse,
Fast and bulbous, in the polyethylene bag.
Got me?
Exhaustion & Kandinsky
Out upon
The killingfield,
Amongst the
Dead and their shame,
I have found
It.
That
One little loose thread
That holds your reality
Taut and
Tangible.
But oh how
My curiosity
Takes control!
And with
Writhing fingers
I tear open
The void.
Oh! from within
Roars,
The beacon,
Hurtling out,
Inhaling
Color,
And love,
And touch,
And scent,
And sound,
From every atom
Until it is bone dry.
I have no ( ).*
I no longer exist.
*Pick any noun for this space
The killingfield,
Amongst the
Dead and their shame,
I have found
It.
That
One little loose thread
That holds your reality
Taut and
Tangible.
But oh how
My curiosity
Takes control!
And with
Writhing fingers
I tear open
The void.
Oh! from within
Roars,
The beacon,
Hurtling out,
Inhaling
Color,
And love,
And touch,
And scent,
And sound,
From every atom
Until it is bone dry.
I have no ( ).*
I no longer exist.
*Pick any noun for this space
Slipping
At first
I was
a student,
and the next
thing I know
I'm
a professional
wrestler
elbow
d
r
o
p
p
i
n
g
a
cold
stone
step,
that
bastard,
he
almost
broke
my arm.
I was
a student,
and the next
thing I know
I'm
a professional
wrestler
elbow
d
r
o
p
p
i
n
g
a
cold
stone
step,
that
bastard,
he
almost
broke
my arm.
Devotion
you play captain,
and I'll play ship.
crossing the ocean,
hands tight on my grip.
we'll defy the 4 winds;
sail every strait and fjord,
but a lonely mind'll bend
when the sea is your lord
our distance away
will bring us closer you see,
but the lack of civilization
fleshes out our reality.
I leak out a groan
every time land comes near,
but you dare not touch down
for dark things linger there.
so again I turn
to return you to your sea,
as you berate the land,
and I abide your fr'gility.
until that day,
I awoke to find
nowhere within me
the one who I
had to guide across
that blue dream.
even th' sea was too much...
for you it seems.
and I'll play ship.
crossing the ocean,
hands tight on my grip.
we'll defy the 4 winds;
sail every strait and fjord,
but a lonely mind'll bend
when the sea is your lord
our distance away
will bring us closer you see,
but the lack of civilization
fleshes out our reality.
I leak out a groan
every time land comes near,
but you dare not touch down
for dark things linger there.
so again I turn
to return you to your sea,
as you berate the land,
and I abide your fr'gility.
until that day,
I awoke to find
nowhere within me
the one who I
had to guide across
that blue dream.
even th' sea was too much...
for you it seems.
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