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A
AN
AMERICAN PRAYER
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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 born 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
Guerrilla 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 vision
by 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 a 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's
claws
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 you get 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 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 thn 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
Fast 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 joke
of 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
Copyright
© 1990 by Wilderness Publications
AS
I LOOK BACK
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As
I look back
over my life
I am struck by post
cards
Ruined Snap shots
faded
posters
Of a time, I can't recall
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I
am a Scot, or so
I'm told. Really
the heir of Mystery
Christians
Snake
in the Glen
The
child of a
Military family...
I
rebelled against church
after phases of
fervor
I
curried favor in school
& attack'd the teachers
I
was given a
desk in the corner
I
was a fool
&
The smartest kid
in class
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Walks
in D.C. in
Negro streets. The library
& book stores. Orange
brick in warm sun.
The books & poets magic
Then
sex gives greater stimulation
Than you've ever known &
all peace & books lose their
charm & you are thrown
back on the eye of vision
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History
of Rock
coinciding w/my
adolescence
Came
to LA to
Film School
Venice
Summer
Drug
Visions
Roof
top songs
early
struggles &
humiliations
Thanks
to the girls
who fed me.
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Making
Records
Elvis
had sex-wise
mature voice at 19.
Mine
still retains the
nasal whine of a
repressed adolescent
minor squeaks & furies
An interesting singer
at best-a scream
or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.
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Road
Days
fear
of Plane death
And
night was what Night
should be
A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep
I
have ploughed
My seed thru the heart
of the nation.
Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein.
Now
I embrace the poetry
of business & become-for
a time-a "Prince of Industry"
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A
natural leader, a poet,
a Shaman, w/the
soul of a clown.
What
am I doing
in the Bull Ring
Arena
Every public figure
running for Leader
Spectators
at the Tomb
-riot watchers
Fear
of Eyes
Assassination
Being
drunk is a good disguise.
I
drink so I
can talk to assholes.
This includes me.
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The
horror of business
The
Problem of Money
guilt
do I deserve it?
The
Meeting
Rid of Managers & agents
After
4 yrs. I'm left w/a
mind like a fuzzy hammer
regret
for wasted nights
& wasted years
I pissed it all away
American Music
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End
w/fond good-bye
& plans for future
-Not an actor
Writer-filmmaker
Which
of my cellves
will be remember'd
Good-bye
America
I loved you
Money
form home
good luck
stay out of trouble
Copyright
© 1988 by Wilderness Publications
Awake
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Shake
dreams from your hair
My
pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose
the day and choose the sign of your day
The
day's divinity
First
thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples
naked race down by it's quiet side
And
we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug
in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The
music and voices are all around us.
Choose
they croon the Ancient Ones
The
time has come again
Choose
now, they croon
Beneath
the moon
Beside
an ancient lake
Enter
again the sweet forest
Enter
the hot dream
Come
with us
Everything
is broken up and dances.
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Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
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The
Doors
Adolf Hitler
Adolf
Hitler is still alive
Ooooogh - sssssh
I slept with her last night
yeah
Come out from behind
that false mustache, Adolf
I know your’re in there
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You favor life
He sides with Death
I straddle the fence
and my balls hurt
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I
Snakeskin jacket
Indian eyes
Brilliant hair
He moves in disturbed
Nile Insect
Air
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II
You parade thru the soft summer
We watch your eager rifle decay
Your wilderness
Your teeming emptiness
Pale forests on verge of light
decline.
More of your miracles
More of your magic arms
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III
Bitter grazing in sick pastures
Animal sadness & the daybed
Whipping.
Iron curtains pried open.
The elaborate sun implies
dust, knives, voices.
Call out of the Wilderness
Call out of fever, receiving
the wet dreams of an Aztec King.
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IV
The banks are high & overgrown
rich w/ warm green danger.
Unlock the canals.
Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress.
Do you want us that way w/ the rest?
Do you adore us?
When you return will you still want to play w/ us?
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V
Fall down.
Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.
Their shirts are soft marrying cloth and hair together.
All along their arms ornaments conceal veins bluer that blood pretending
welcome.
Soft lizard eyes connect.
Their soft drained insect cries erect new fear, where fears reign.
The rustling of sex against their skin.
The wind withdraws all sound.
Stamp your witness on the punished ground.
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VI
Wounds, stags, & arrows
Hooded flashing legs plunge near the tranquil women.
Startling obedience from the pool people.
Astonishing caves to plunder.
Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.
Boys are running.
Girls are screaming, falling.
The air is thick w/ smoke.
Dead crackling wires dance pools of sea blood.
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VII
Lizard woman
w/ your insect eyes
w/ your wild surprise.
Warm daughter of silence.
Venom.
Turn your back w/ a slither of moaning wisdom.
The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise
and wake growling & whining the weird dawn of dreams.
Dogs lie sleeping.
The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.
A forest.
A rustle of cut words, choking
river.
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VIII
The snake, the lizard, the insect eye
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick, in raw time, serving stealth & slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber.
Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies
behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast & red-stained throat.
The hounds gloat.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back
to the boat.
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A pair of Wings
Crash
High winds of Karma
Sirens
Laughter
& young voices
in the mts.
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Saints
the Negro, Africa
Tattoo
eyes like time
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Build temporary habitations, games
& chambers, play there, hide.
First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl'd Flags in his skull
and
quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl'd, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning.
Cave
fish, eels, & gray salamanders
turn in their night career of sleep.
The
idea of vision escapes
the animal worm whose earth
is an ocean, whose eyes is its body.
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The theory is that birth is prompted
by the child's desire to leave the womb.
But in the photograph an unborn horse's
neck strains inward w/ legs scooped out.
From this everything follows:
Swallow
milk at the breast
until there's no milk.
Squeeze
wealth at the rim
until tile pools claim it.
He
swallows seed, his pride
until w/ pale mouth legs
she
sucks the root, dreading
world to devour child.
Doesn't
the ground swallow me
when I die, or the sea
if I die at sea?
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The City. Hive, Web, or severed
insect mound. All citizens heirs
of the same royal parent.
The caged beast, the holy center,
a garden in the midst of the city.
"See Naples & die."
Jump ship. Rats, sailors
& death.
So many wild pigeons.
Animals ripe w/ new diseases.
"There is only one disease
and I am its catalyst,"
cried doomed pride of the carrier.
Fighting,
dancing, gambling,
bars, cinemas thrive
in the avid summer.
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Savage destiny
Naked girl, seen from behind,
on
a natural road
Friends
explore the labyrinth
-
Movie
young woman left on the desert
A
city gone mad w/ fever
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Sister of the unicorn, dance
Sisters & brothers of Pyramid
Dance
Mangled hands
Tales of the Old Days
Discovery of the Sacred Pool
changes
Mute-handed stillness baby cry
The
wild dog
The sacred beast
Find
her!
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He goes to see the girl
of the ghetto
Dark savage streets.
A hut, lighted by candle.
She is magician
Female prophet
Sorceress
Dressed in the past
All arrayed.
The stars
The moon
She reads the future
in your hand.
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The walls are garish red
The stairs
High discordant screaming
She has the tokens.
"You too"
"Don't go"
He flees.
Music renews.
The mating-pit.
"Salvation"
Tempted to leap in circle.
Negroes
riot.
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Fear the Lords who are secret among us.
The Lords are w/ in us.
Born of sloth & cowardice.
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He spoke to me. He frightened
me w/ laughter. He took
my hand, & led me past
silence into cool whispered
Bells.
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A file of young people
going thru a small woods
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They are filming something
in the street, in front of
our house.
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Walking to the riot
Spreads to the houses
the lawns
suddenly
alive now
w/ people
running
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I don't dig what they did
to that girl
Mercy pack
Wild song they sing
As they chop her hands
Nailed to a ghost
Tree
I saw a lynching
Met the strange men of the souther swamp
Cypress was their talk
Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white
gods.
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An armed camp.
Army army
burning itself in
feasts.
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Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans.
We reap bloody crops on war fields.
No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies.
Hunger drives us on scented winds.
Stranger, traveler,
peer into our eyes & translate
the horrible barking of ancient dogs.
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Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl & seep inside
the walls. The streets
flow stone. Life goes
on absorbing war. Violence
kills the temple of no sex.
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Terrible shouts start
the journey
- If they had migrated sooner
- a high wailing keening
piercing animal lament
from a woman
high atop a Mt. tower
-
Thin wire fence
in the mind
dividing the heart
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Surreptitiously
They smile
Inviting - Smiling
Choktai
leave!
evil
leave!
No come here
Leave her!
A
creature is nursing
its child
soft arms around
the head & the neck
a mouth to connect
leave this child alone
This one is mine
I'm taking her home
Back to the rain
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The assassin's bullet
Marries the King
Dissembling miles of air
To kiss the crown.
The Prince rambles in blood.
Ode to the neck
That was groomed
For rape's gown.
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Cancer city
Urban fall
Summer sadness
The highways of the old town
Ghosts in cars
Electric shadows
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Ensenada
the dead seal
the dog crucifix
ghosts of the dead car sun.
Stop the car.
Rain. Night.
Feel.
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Sea-bird sea-moan
Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
To the Chinese caves
Home of the winds
The gods of mourning
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The city sleeps
& the unhappy children
roam w/ animal gangs.
They seem to speak
to their friends
the dogs
who teach them trails.
Who can catch them?
Who can make them come
inside?
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The tent girl
at midnight
stole to the well
& met her lover there
They talked a while
& laughed
& then he left
She put an orange pillow
on her breast
In the morning
Chief w/drew his troops
& planned a map
The horsemen rose on up
the women fixed the ropes
on tight
The tents are folded now
We march toward the sea
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Catalog of Horrors
Descriptions of Natural disaster
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor
Catalog of fish in the divine canal
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river
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I
The soft parade has now begun
on Sunset.
Cars come thundering down
the canyon.
Now is the time & the place.
The cars come rumbling.
"You got a cool machine."
These engine beasts
muttering their soft
talk. A delight
at night
to hear their quiet voices
again
after 2 years.
Now the soft parade
has soon begun.
Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening.
Clouds weaken
& die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone.
There
they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
Trench mouth
again in the camps.
Gonorrhea
Tell the girl to go home
We need a witness
to the killing.
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II
The artists of Hell
set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,
where citizens find anxious pleasure
preyed upon by savage bands of youths
I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
& backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind
I
am ghost killer.
witnessing to all
my blessed sanction
This
is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.
Do
you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
Just try
you will fry
like the rest
in holiness
And
not for a
penny
will I spare
any time
for you
Ghost children
down there
in the frightening world
You
are alone
& have no need of other
you & the child mother
who bore you
who weaned you
who made you man
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III
Photo-booth killer
fragile bandit
straight from ambush
Kill me!
Kill the child who made
Thee.
Kill the thought-provoking
senator of lust
who brought you to this state.
Kill
hate
disease
warfare
sadness
Kill
badness
Kill madness
Kill
photo mother murder tree
Kill me.
Kill yourself
Kill the little blind elf.
The
beautiful monster
vomits a stream of watches
clocks jewels knives silver
coins & copper blood
The
well of time & trouble
whiskey bottles perfume
razor blades beads
liquid insects hammers
& thin nails the feet of
birds eagle feathers & claws
machine parts chrome
teeth hair shards of
pottery & skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
a lake the gleaming
beer cans & rust & sable
menstrual fur
Dance
naked on broken
bones feet bleed & stain
glass cuts cover your mind
& the dry end of vacuum
boat white the people
drop lines in still pools
& pull ancient trout
from the deep home. Scales
crusted & gleaming green
A knife was stolen. A
valuable hunting knife
By some strange boys
from the other camp across
the Lake
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I
Are these our friends
racing & shuddering
thru the calm vales of parliament
My son will not die in the war
He will return
numbed peasant voice of Orient
fisherman
Last
time you said
this was the only way
voice of tender young girl
Running
& speaking
infected green
jungles
consult
the oracle
bitter creek
crawl
they exist on rainwater
monkey-love
mantra mate
maker of brandy
The
poison isles
The poison
Take
this thin granule
of evil snakeroot
from the southern
shore
way
out miracle
will find thee
The
chopper blazed over
inward click & sure
blasted matter, made
the time bombs free
of leprous lands
spotted w/ hunger
& clinging to law
Please
show us your ragged head
& silted smiling eyes
calm in fire
a silky flowered shirt
edging the eyes, alive
spidery, distant
dial lies
come,
calm one
into the life-try
already
wifelike
latent, leathery, loose
lawless, large & languid
She was a kingdom-cry
legion of lewd marching
mind-men
Where
are your manners
out there on the sunlit
desert
boundless galaxies of dust
cactus spines, beads
bleach stones, bottles
& rust cars, stored for shaping
The
new man, time-soldier
picked his way narrowly
thru the crowded ruins
of once grave city, gone
comic now w/ rats
& the insects of refuge
He
lives in cars
goes fruitless thru
the frozen schools
& finds no space
in shades of obedience
the
monitors are silenced
the great graveled guard-towers
sicken on the westward beach
so tired of watching
if
only on horse were left
to ride thru the waste
a dog at his side
to sniff meat-maids
chained on the public poles
there
is no more argument
in beds, at night
blackness is burned
Stare into the parlors of town
where a woman dances
in her European gown
to the great waltzes
this could be fun
to rule a wasteland
II
Cherry palms
Terrible shores
& more
& many more
This we know
that all are free
in the school-made
text of the unforgiven
deceit
smiles
incredible hardships are suffered
by those barely able
to endure
but
all will pass
lie down in green grass
& smile, & muse, & gaze
upon her smooth
resemblance
to the mating-Queen
who it seems
is in love
w/ the horseman
now,
isn't that fragrant
Sir, isn't that knowing
w/ a wayward careless
backward glance
July
24, 1968
Los Angeles, The United States, Hawaii