There are images I need to
complete my own reality
Discovery
Angels & Sailors (rich girls)
Backyard fences, tents
dreams watching each other
narrowly
Soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages
stripped, out to get
liquor & clothes
Half-gallons of wine
& six-packs of beer
Tender corral. Jumped.
Humped. Born to suffer.
Made to undress in
the wilderness
- Hey man you want girls Pills grass come-on I show you good time This place has everything Come-on, I show you
Burlesque Beat
Can we resolve the past -- lurking jaws joints of Time -- the base -- to come of age in a dry place -- holes & caves The music was new black polished chrome & came over the summer like liquid night -- the D.J.'s Took pills to stay awake & play for 7 days The General's son had a sister. They went down to see him. They went to the studio & someone knew him. Someone knew the T.V. Showman. He came to our home room party & played records & when he left, in the hot noon sun, & walked to his car, we saw the Chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield. He wiped it off w/ a white rag &, smiling cooly, drove away. "He's rich. Got a big car." My friend drove an hour each day from the Mts. The bus gives you a hard-on w/books in your lap. We shot the bird at the black M.P. My gang will get you. Scenes of rape in the arroyo. Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings. Fights at the food stand. The dust. The Shoes Opened shirts & raised collars. Bright sculptured hair. Spades dance best, from the hip. Someone shot the bird on the afternoon dance show. They gave out free records to the best couple.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer. Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame, or over, he maneuvered 2 girls into his hotel room. One, a friend, and a newer stranger, vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican. Poor boy's thighs & buttocks, scarred by a father's belt. She's trying to rise. Story of her boyfriend & teen-age stone death games. Handsome cat, dead in a car. Come here I love you. Peace on earth Will you die for me eat me this way the end - I'm surprised you could get it up. He whips her lightly, sardonically w/ belt. - Haven't I been thru enough? she asks. The dark girl begins to bleed. It's Catholic heaven. I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck. My chest is hard & brown. Lying on stained & wretched sheets w/ a bleeding Virgin. We could plan a murder, or Start a religion.
I want to tell you
about
Texas Radio & the Big Beat
it comes out of the Virgin Swamps
cool & slow
w/ plenty of precision
& a back beat narrow
& hard to master
some call it heavenly
in its brilliance
other mean & rueful
of the Western dream
I love the friends I have
gathered together
On this thin raft
we have constructed pyramids
in honor of our escaping
This is the land where
The pharaoh died --
Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of singing women
call us on the far shore
& they are saying
"Forget the Night
live w/ us in Forests
of azure" (meager food for
souls forgot)
I tell you this;
no eternal reward will
forgive us now for
wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke
& the strange sun
& opening your door...
"Now listen to this:
I'll tell you about
Texas Radio & the Big Beat
Soft driven slow & mad
like some new language
Reaching your head
w/ the cold & sudden fury
of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about
heartache & the loss
of God
Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night
The negroes in the forest
brightly feathered
let me show you the maiden
w/ wrought-iron soul
Out here on the perimeter
there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
immaculate"
Time works like acid Stained eyes You see time fly The face changes as the heart beats & breathes We are not constant We are an arrow in flight The sum of the angles of change Her face changed in the car eyes & skin & hair remain the same. But a hundred similar girls succeed each other
The sidewalkers moved faster We joined the current. Suddenly the cops, plastic shields & visors, wielding long thin truncheons like wands, in formation, clearing the street the other way. To get near or stay away. Cafes were taking in tables putting chairs on upside down, pulling teh steel playpen safety bars. Whistles as the vans arrive. Moustached soldiers. We leave the scene. Eyes of youth, wary, gleaming. The church. A pastoral scene of guitars, drums, flutes, harps, & lovers. Past Shakespeare & Co., the restaurants w/ elegant patrons, cross street, the small Jazz district (Story Ville) a miniature New Orleans. Negroes in African shirts. A street brass band. "Fare well to my web footed friends" Crowd smiles, jogs, & sings. Move past. San Michel Blvd. The Statue. The Seine. Bonfires of cardboard buzz evilly, down the blvd. Fire-tenders. Smell of smoke. Approach closer nearer. Suddenly screams long warhoops & the crowd runs back. And as we flee, they attack from behind, Pressed against cafe tables. Subway & news Kiosk -- A girl beaten, her cries. Can't hear blows. Rain. (Man w/ bottle) Join me at the demonstration We join groups under trees & rain. Tall public buildings. Join us at the demonstration
Dreams are at once fruit & outcry
against an atrophy of the senses.Dreaming is no solution
We awoke, talking. Telling dreams. an explosion during the night A new siren. Not cop, Fire, New York ambulance or european movie riot news but the strange siren predicting war. She ran to the window. The yellow thing had risen.
Fear is a porch where winds
slide thru in the North
A face at the Window that
becomes a leaf
An eagle sensing its disaster
But soaring gracefully above
A rabbit shining in the night
Still wet from a strange dream
dawn burst
scarring the chamber's
roof where all things lie
I sat w/ her & sipped cold sherry
Airport.
(Caesura = ante-room to hell)
Start again: Should the events of those
days... Dream of incest & expulsion
from the tribe. Big Sister. It's called
the clap. Get on over here, mother-of-pearl.
I was a virgin. It lasted 10 seconds.
Well don't then. "I can't relax." Roll the
leather pants up tightly for the morrow
hour.
They deserted me, deserted the cause, message
or word for another god. "We're kicking
you out of our universe!" He ask'd for you.
I'll bet he did.
Mystery of the dream
a woman or girl is trying
to appear
The Killer -- Mexican, naked
except for shoes.
People, a family not connected
move at hypnotic cross lines
out of still frame
2 men, detectives, following
searching, sifting thru
back & side lit rooms, holding
muted counsel. Hats, suits.
Brothers.
People in a wood, a park.
The Killer lurks in his
own world.
dreams of children & families
return to the sub-world
to assimilate & guide events
New Orleans, sleep, (death's
friend, death's sister)
cattle, horses
faces get rubbery, clown-painted,
stupid sly & wise & knowing
The mystery of flight
To be inside the brain of a bird
goal -- the end of a goddess
to slide gracefully &
knowledgeably into graveland
The Big dream
vs
Violent assassination of
Spirit & neck & skull
wounded he arrived
The dark American Sunset
The night like a vast
conspiracy to dream, hold
court in the swaying sand
Tijuana -- the anus of Night
a cartoon of civilization
Whores are bores in the
American Night
What will we see in the
bowels of the night, in
The frosted cave where dreams
are made, right before your
eyes. Prophecy w/out money.
This song must have the sad
common strangeness of currency
coin of the realm. Bitter
embers. Scent of pine smoke
Fire-Night, special breeding
exercises. An excuse for
crime. High School of the
Night. Silence of a school
at night.
Acid dreams & Spanish Queens
L'america (another?, lone?, voice)
Asthma child, the fumidor
Lamerica
Duchess, rabbit, the woods by the road
Lamerica
Pearl Harbor -- Shot off the road
Lamerica
Conceived in a beach Town
Lamerica
Relevance of beach or Lakes
Lamerica
Sinks, snakes, caves w/ water
Florida
Homo/-sex/-uality
Lamerica
Religion & the Family
Lamerica
Plane crash in the Eastern Woods
Virginia
Bailing-out over rice-fields
Lamerica
Guerrilla band inside the town
Lamerica
Bitter tree of consciousness
Lamerica
A fast car in the night -- the road
Lamerica
Progress of The Good Disease
Lamerica
Those indians, dreams, & the cosmic spinal bebop in blue. The cosmic horrors. The cosmic heebeejeebies. A combo of brain tissue, blood, shit, sweat sperm & steel, mixed w/ grease & liquid fire, ovaric calendars Magnified on inner Television lust-face, mirrors into Nothing, great silence opens layers of prehistoric chinese monsters. The mouths, the mouths, the cellular MAW. A young Witch from N.Y. is laying novice hexes on my brain-pan, projecting images of embryo development on my psychology. Her terrified wildness disturbs my generals. Baby, now I dig your nightmare visions, & your sadness & your bitchery But, yet, thank you for These spells. It gets my pen moving. The screaming maggot group-grope called life. It's time for the desert wild. Lust capital. Time for an island, get drunk, write & sail. "I saw the Hell of women back there." Women are obsolete "Little Wine -- dig that girl" We placate women w/ food & song w/ sex, marriage, babies You dig kids, Jim Yeah, some of them are nice I like your wife Democracy of souls
The guided tour
"I am a guide to the labyrinth"
city is inside of body made manifest
meat organs & electrical
power plants
The place where, walking down
death-row ("You look like you're"),
maps -- AMERICUS -- a river-vein
we ride along.
give form to the passing world
Freeways are a drama, a new
art form. Signs. Houses.
Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks
at a bus-stop.
car cemetery
The abandoned cars
The color of car paint, new at night
under neon
The dead reside in cars
-- the old man, filthy,
keeper of the graveyard
Children, curious, throw stones
please like me
says the shrew
what can I do?
I love her.
Woman's Voice:
The palace of sperm seems warm tonight
Man:
Umm. gloom gloom doom ruin.
Woman:
Marble porches. The grand ball room.
Silver smiles. Trumpets. Dancing
Man
I want only you
Woman
This time come in me like an astronaut
Send snakes in my orbit
Man
We can accomplish miracles
when we're together.
Woman
Alone
Man
w/ the night to guide us
Don't start that panic
Love Street parade
No one's afraid of the law
Someone escaped
To the shore
Your image of me / my image of you
in
one-night scenes
out on the coast
Won't work anymore
Soft parade
Love Street brigade
I bring these few rags back home this evening & lay them at your feet Miserable witness to a day of tragic sadness & disbelief Hope you'll find me wanting Take me to bed Get me drunk (lay me out)
The bride-to-be lies in her bed listening to Festivities below He steals her -- in a dream
Star fish gluttony
What are the word-forms
for co(s)mic encounter
wedding flesh & mind
in one body
Tender island Night
And a promise of fever
& scars that burst
at blossom depths
& more green silver
Us wrestling in the warm temple of summer
beside the temple
cool inside
-- He took my hand.
He spoke to me --
Black horse hooves galloping sun
mad chariot race burning
mad fiery chariot race
mad girl & mad boy
My feathered son flew
too near to the sun.
a moving
or movement
away from
a station
(weigh station)
Sound of lone car & low radio
A waving [good-bye to relations]
a way from |
a waving |
a motion
amazement
a moment
amazing
a waving
(call radio breaks in)
Uh, we have a message
brak brak
He follows a woman into the firmament
The solids, sonnets
elaborate requisitions for the god-soul
ah my bright jewelled town
a Widow's band
roping sailors & hill-folk together
congeal on this flat spire
to partake of mineral jets
"he's sick" he should be sleeping
peaceful by air, a movie of dead nights
in a wound, suffer to give out
your red-blue lighter's flame
w/ calm precision
your certainty lives in a match
or a mind
The huts are free evening cliff-dwellers
The trees, losing their variance, die sadly
w/ grandeur
O soft redness & palest blue
like a babie's window
This is the hour you rule
& invite Ventures, quests,
trips to the electric valley down
"Mana Man" He gets them into the dark hour By playing singing stories hypnosis wilderness the island Led out of bondage (back there) Viciously peeling fruit Disguised as "Players" command Performance See-thru village old hot forest of cars cruel ambience Leopard snake dance swift lions of doubt crouch in the window & wait for her to come
do you have
straight jackets
for the guests
yes we do
When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead. Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned, Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop, And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over
The original temptation was to destroy. The Cliffs. The Road. The Walls. Original heroism -- to bluff the elements of fire. To call creatures into the storm. The original heroism was to fall. To ball. The All. Natural man. To participate in the creation. To screw things up. To bring Things into being. The Crossroads where the car hides. Lies. Resides. A meeting-place of Worlds. Where dreams are made. Where anything is possible. Demons lie. The car is steel & chrome. The wood-pile. Top of the pile. The heap. The graveyard. Where metal is reduced to its common mute element. To be reborn. A tale of rebirth in the wilderness. To become chaos & come back. 2 spade chicks, or a king & queen, comment from the balcony. The types of society pass on the boards. Microcosm in a thimble
times change, damaged
cat's blood rectify in haste
cactus furrows, wild
thrift catalog of grace
The chase bore inward
raise'd wet & westward shadows
To the strange trust
on the south bow
Augment pure shouter's drawl
& light the candle
Night is comin' on
& we're outnumbered
By the waves, each soldier
bristling w/ his trowel
To search & claim us
Teach our burial
The mind works wonders
for a spell, the lantern breathes
enlightens, then farewell
Each shipmate oars to under-
stand & eyes unoptic strains
to hear:
We came from over here,
to over there
Then old we wonder
mindless to degree
Most seldom furls
in slumber, burns
begins a century
Planes are groaning mothers In our feeble insect wars. Nylon condoms stream behind her Trojan Warriors on their dreadful writhing flight. Bailed out, sucked from her metal belly, one thin wire is left to prophecy return, jump freely. Swallowing air in the brief canal. The ground leaps up like dogs to snap, the field, & rolling pain. Swamps, rice fields, danger. Gunned down, over ten of them struggling w/ the wet placenta While some land back in oceans. Skin-divers float, free-float, in the uterus. The sea is a Vagina which may be penetrated at any point.
Ah, the rule was war, as friendship
faltered. Families quarrelled, as usual,
in their chambers. The race suffered.
We traveled. We left home & beauty.
Ah, into these ship, again, we hastened.
The creation of power is slow-wasted.
Borrowed fillings. Brace for the brine.
Heaven kept, hour dated. Winds fermented
madness & kept parlour rife & rancind.
Crews took leave of sour concubines
& habits. The sea is no place for a lady.
Lads larked & frolicked, pulvering waves
they would seek into the deep. Ark! Ark!
Cathay or Venice. Worlds beyond, &
Worlds after.
This story has no moral.
Trust not sleep or sorrow.
The fife-man croons the lull to wake
& Brings strong soldiers to a windy beach
India ink, ink of India There are no more rich colors Black neon, blocks away, Escapes back smooth in the desert sea. There's an appearance of sweat on Italian silk skin. Slap the rude face, & twist into the doorway. Then reappear, w/ drums & glass in jewels of laughter as one called "The Gladiator," Hair claimed by flame of fire (Insulting to be back. The dreaded, dismal day.) Jail is a pussy coil, dry as meat, dog-faced, clever. (Handsome dog & the shot gun eye.) We leap the wall, dog & I, To hang choking on fence collar chain. Mate follows leap to suffer String-throat, hollow, madness cry. (In this "hollow" we were born.) Mexican Khaki, the green womb. Distrust all lovely words like green & womb. (Obey the father. Run.) Escape back into the landscape, dry as meat, dusty, narrow. Dog licks shit Mexican girl whore sucks my prick. (Open windows on the town. Open pores on foreign air.) The car rasps quiet. Motor destroys itself on rotten fuel. The pump is ill. The hose has a steel nozzle.
Flesh of her rolls flesh away in waves, The waters part dry scalps beneath the hair nude-white & very rare And when she exits bed, the barge To bathe in ocean's tile & under surgeon's glare, blinking I bask on the red floor of a Red Sea Crime begins in the bed, the home, It's a low tide that talks to rocks, & leaves rust in its wake, & dry things crackling.
I fucked the dregs of the ruins
of an empire
I fucked the dust and the
horrible queen
I fucked the chick at the
gates of the Maya
I fucked all your women
& treated the same
w/ respect for your warriors
returned from the
Kingdom
fucked w/ the Negroes
in cabs of the drivers
Fucked little infants of North
Indo-China
Branded w/ Napalm & screaming
in pain
pencilled heaven
my regards
no when to stop
There's someone at the door. A rapist rushes in. No pain. No death. It's us, over & over again. We're coming in. All right, search the place. You won't find anything. Seeing all perspectives at once. When everything freezes & kind of turns back in on itself.
feast green beast, spurred on by
sex, seasoned in silence, w/held
from slumber, silent in the deep pale
night beast languid a cool a cunt
a forest flower awoken now breathe
utter a word of reproach for fair
swifty flyers agon of night
The dream car the outlaw star
now he sits reclines in a terrible mansion
made more monstrous by the dark stroke
of slumber
The car is purple foil beast dead in the
night. Neon is its sign his rich home
soft luxuriant car death gave grace
shaken to the soil He stood in a strange
centre by the meeting pt. of worlds
This crossroads of desert flies the
corpse of sand batteries the ignition
What did happen! He screams at camera
Here she lie bleeding, blue wounds
just to tell us in our floppy hats
it's over. The cops are rubber animals
w/ surgeons cold pride, w/out their
glamour. The ambulance attendants
are sudden amateurs, good-natured in
this foreign chore. The cliffs no longer
contain faces. "I know what jail is
like" & "I know about time."
So we played the carnival. Car. Carne.
Feast of meat. Celebration of blood.
O lucky ones who enjoy the dumb show
The reptile farm. The snake farm.
Woman & Monkey. The sign. The sign.
Search for the Tree. The place. The sink
Big Dismal
Goes in 2 ways. Spirit & Meat. (sex)
You cannot join what can't be joined
You cannot travel 2 roads
(He road off in all directions)
Hand Grenade
Very brave
all the rage
to tempt loneliness
upon Front page
gold head lines
w/ Ali Khan & all the rest
Onassis, Blues
BB Albert Collins
gin & tonic
give him a high martin i
get him down
the prancing clown
will bring the empire
swooping swirling
Tunneling Thundering Tumbling
hell, O, down
(That's as down as I can
get right now, on a
Mainstream, & I am pretty
high, far gone)
Thank god I have the
Sweet warm promise of
a woman there to keep
me warm
So this is where my fine warm
poetry (pottery) has got
me,
led me
back to Madness
& the men who made
me
You think I don't know that! your poetry is so obsessed I like my madmen cold The abandoned Hotel flowers dirt on its walls The labyrinth of bowels Moves slowly in grim waste Children play here, wait & sway here, tiring to her swoon arched summer and languid by the bow Sits Esther, made up like a queen, port in a storm, striking fire-bells in her drawers, chalking the black street w/ wild lies
O how could this be done to me
great dancer's Witness
God, you are a satyr in disguise
Thus cruelly & uselessly to
Rend my life awry
I'll lie here stolen, in cold wind
in the road, until peace freezes
over,
& hallows me.
Rude ghost bastard.
Ah! Who comes now.
an afternoon of summer
dread
I'm afraid to meet all
the rest of my brothers
in distress
Couldn't we get in one
big Movie
Blow it all on one
Grand Floozie
& end it all
YAH
YEAH
an autograph sends respects
to her Twin
everyone wants a Christ
& no one will give it to him
Mohammed, the enchanter
Keeper of Harems
Buddha, inkindergardened
under his tree, w/
not a moon-glow
mindless Thought for you
& me
(This does not mean I want
or wish to be prey to people
God forbid)
& look at the steeple
a mindless wit am I
dickless, looking at the sky
a hole in the clouds where a mind hides Pagodas -- temples in child's raw hope animal in a tunnel defined by the light around him These evil subsidies these shrouds surround
If it's no problem, why mention it. Everything spoken means that, it's opposite, & everything else. I'm alive, I'm dying.
The end of the rainbow put all my screaming phantasies into one giant Box-trap image of self-image-propagation image of elation Ungulation limit 1st tree image of Utopia a slaughter of phantoms innocent -- guilty The Human World bounded by words & dust sweet soft & velvet dust medium trust
Heaven or Hell the circus of your actions To Play (chance is god here) at Carnival assuage the guilt The deep fear The separate loneliness open Sinygog open sesame The Party of new connections mind made free Love cannot save you from your own fate Art cannot soothe Words cannot tame The Night
Scour the mind w/ diamond brushes. Cleanse into Mandalas. Memory keeps us wicked & warm. The Time temple. Who'll go 1st? Cloaked figures huddled by walls. A head moves clocklike slowly. I'm coming. Wait for me.
Lessons on becoming
a revolutionary
an actor
(prophet!)
or a poet
There's still good friends
to assist & relieve you
Mercenary whim
for her or for him
First become a
Visionary-Scientist
radiocal biochemical
aviationary sky-diver
Then contact your local pub-
lic accountant (he'll tell you
how to spread the seeds of doubt)
Maids are bickering in the hall The day is warm Last night's perfume I lie alone in this cool room My mind is calm & swirling like the marble pages of an old book I'm a cold clean skeleton scarecrow on a hill in April Wind eases the arches of my boney Kingdom Wind whistles thru my mind & soul My life is an open book or a T.V. confession
I wish a storm would come & blow this shit away. Or a bomb to burn the Town & scour the sea. I wish clean death would come to me.
If only I
could feel
The sound
of the sparrows
& feel child hood
pulling me
back again
If only I could feel
me pulling back
again
& feel embraced
by reality
again
I would die
Gladly die
It has been said that on birth we are trying to find a proper womb for the growth of our Buddha nature, & that on dying we find a womb in the tomb of the earth. This is my father's greatest fear. It shouldn't be. Instead, he should be trying to find me a better tomb.
The end of the dream will be when it matters all things lie Buddha will forgive me Buddha will
-- The cycle begins anew
a luring lulling sick-sad maddening
haunting ego-familiar strain
calls the wayward wanderer
home again
a music mosaic made of all image
tune preceding
The whistle or warm woman's cry that
calls the child home from play
Thank you, O Lord For the white blind light A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache from which the future's made.