41, middle of the night, first
thing in the morning Nobody
sleeps, everybody dreams I’m an art
worker who cannot stop. We all sit
down, sit down everybody! And work
your art. I’m the old man in the middle
dancing in the altogether. And who’s
that blowing Coltrane? Coltrane, who else?
stands up and rehabs the gumbo. That’s
the way to party partay! Going national
today. All here to greet it, as it begins!
The guy sighting down the mount, taking
photo of the first guy to make the peak
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Around the world are rings
Of plaque in a construct of insensitivity
That guillotines the nerves
Science shirks where politics shrugs
Footprints become graveholes
And life disease, where life is a disease
Where life puts its arms around you
And draws you in and...
I am talking to you
A bullet
Shatters the rifle
Of the speaker's mouth
No longer barbs "to ask"
Only "cry" as in "cry out"
I am of the generation
Invented a newer oppression
A murderous murdered generation
With a nickname AIDS
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Here warmly framed in gold, the young Cezanne
Would scratch his pen neath the solemn eyes of Zola
and run his letters together cryptomorphically
So that the Rhine would hush and ever so
Sweetly the Rhine would hush as in Zola's eye
A single tear would work its way out and down,
In the center of town, the muffled drum
And a clear blue memory of a man whose pipe
Would not draw but work a puff of smoke
About and around like friendship
I would, that longest window, sit there
And grapple with morning. With the chair
Appropriately turned on its side, narrow,
Opalescent, triangulated, waiting night's
Fountain and lots of music everywhere.
Sometimes I smoke
Sometimes my pants fall down
But it's ok
I wear underpants
I don't smoke in bed
This, woman, is bread
We eat the stuff
That's how it happens
Not a care in the garden
So I'll stay there, grappling
With no care, caressing the tender
Hair of your whiteness, where color
Once was, and pouring water, and I am red
Touch a moment
That, baby, is so good
And my huge forearm
Big gulps and gulps
and also to turn around
and see you there
Green did someone say
Green lots of green
All over the place you'll find green
That's what I mean
Simply green
Once there was light
We'd sit in it
Maybe a wall
Isn't a bright idea
Let's take a fat shower together
And mix up our hairs
And kiss whatever
And a blind lover
Just make it sweet
Escape from land
Jump in and disappear
This is the life
So cool and long
100 years of a rose
And my beach simplifies the horizon
Please get dressed in a relaxed manner
While I watch and watch and watch
The sun of melody
I mean the sun's melody
Humming wind
All right, I'll lift my arm
Solid and airy, and clumsy Beauty
Put an arm up if you are
Well whatever you are doing you
Can always put your arm up
Or maybe just put your arm up
Maybe with a lot of blue water
You'll lift something and it will be
You, your arm and you, blue too
We'll invite over just scads of people
If it's ok with you and eat fruit,
all different kinds
Maybe you'll take your clothes off
Maybe Paul will draw you with
that magic brush of his
We could probably stay like that
probably forever
The only thing
You can wear
Is your tattoo
What are you thinking about
I am thinking about screaming
That makes me laugh and your smile
And life's relay scream a song
It sounds funny
To get in bed
Like hand me a knife
I'll cut a hole in the
Puffy feather mattress
And we can crawl in there
Beds, please don't
Sleep on them
They are our friends
This tree is now the sun
And all the bathers are wearing
Glasses. Well, are they
sunglasses?
Ask for yourself. They
Will answer, and that will
Be it for you you you
This is not paradise, it is
Marvelous, about 5 km outside
Paradise. I was born and raised
In this tent and yesterday it fell
Down. I don't care. Let it rain.
I'll eat your hair without a
Care and press my trousers but
Where did I leave my trousers?
Paul, hurry! The Bathers are dancing
They're balling the hillside and a
Barking shadow warns them if you're
Not careful. They are practicing
Safe sex and look like they'll graduate
With honors. That's the story, but
Where is the painting? Paul, come back,
You have forgotten the easel, the paints,
The pants, the....
Time to join in with time
All the time is just a mouth
The corpse leaps out of the coffin
As the bone from your forehead
It means fight, and we will,
With swords and shields and
Sleeping you fight me back awake
What's wrong with this picture
Nothing
That is what is wrong
And a beer glass
I'll just sit down here and rest
While you do the rest
For goodness sake
Don't you think
You've carried that water jug
Far enough
To the moon and back
And to the moon
Colors are something else
For example, a fence
That softens a little
I think I've found a niche
In this rock
Or maybe my buttocks
Made it
But I'll stay here
To consider
Which way
This way
Or that way
Always
All there is
In the big room
Is the walls of
The room
And paintings paintings
Face Mountain
That says it
That says it all
Except no fair
Saying it
A jungle of white towels
On brightest July mid-morning
I'm running into irony
But you keep pulling me back
Little by little
There's a girl right here
Looking like the apple she eats
I am happy. She is doing everything.
One Last Funny Step
Caught in the polka of the soul
I was a brat with a mission
Listen to me, for I'll say it but once
And now, having forgot what it was,
Come back, genuine idea of it,
I cannot run anymore
Maybe it's time we got wet
Only our reflections
The rest is sex and sun
And somebody explaining it to you
with a tongue
Hey you
Yeah
You look great
You too
Totally great in front of me
Blue Will Take Over
What were we saying
I forget but maybe
We can conjure up a telephone
Then the telephone would remember
That is what they are for
Who moved that bridge to there
No, they built it
And it was always there
Go back to sleep
What are we doing now
What were we ever doing
We are being flowers, tulips
And we are looking at you
With that "join us" look as
We join too, everything, that
Is what we are doing, or
Did, joining up and in and becoming
Everything, everything is what we are
One Last Red Look
I'm not sure, or,
No longer am I sure
But yes it seems
It seems a boat
So after that
After that I don't
Maybe the Sun
Again, maybe not
Or who is over there
I'm surprised it's you
You used to but it's ok
You did, I remember the
Time, but then time joined up
Sweet and swift, this silence
Maybe Down This Road
At last
I guess
Big trees
Are what we
Happen to be
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It was love & that was all
Ho-hum a rooty. The wall you
Were kissing is suddenly
Missing, for it is April
In New York. Slowly
The Poets Theater Festival
Sets sail for Broadway. The computer
Virus is discovered to taste exactly
Like fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice.
Someone shouts, "Daddy!" & I run...
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Once
A long long time
Ago
Once upon a time ago
As a matter of fact
Just a second ago
In the beginning
Back to the beginning
Just before the beginning
It was shhh
I'm a-talkin quiet and peace
A riot of quiet
Can you hear it? C'mon try it
You can't hear it? Well that's quiet
Shh Mmmm Bzzz
Didja hear that? In the distance
The insects were buzzing
A language of verbs
& I'm talking
I'm a-talking
I'm a-talking talking bzz-bzz
Little mosquitos
In the ear bzz
Verbosely verbing
Bzzing? Amazing!
Re: "verb"-erating
Suddenly yet subtlely
A luminous lucidity
In the inner inner ear's inner sanctity
The bzz gives way - something's trying to say
The bzz clears
& now you hear
Fire! Fire! -
Fire: Friend or Foe?
A friend (& I use the term advisedly)
A friend once remarked
(Which is rare, in that friends
Usually remark twice --
(Sometimes I think that's the mark of a friend --
The second remark...
Sometimes I think that's the mark of a friend --
The...))
Fire! Fire!
Fire: Friend or Foe?
These days with Death so fresh
So deep & so near-at-hand
You feel infected as a Youth
As if there's no Future
That's not polluted
No Past but what's retributed
Nothing to say
Cept "Throw it away!"
Add it to the Great Garbage Heap
Where we sit so gently, my Love
& I, discussing the Forms in the Sky
& like as not, as our toes get toasty
& we look below at the rolly coasty
Lands ablaze like a big gas barbecure
Searing the flesh o' the earth
Well, that's when we start to reflect on
Such as this:
Fire! (we start) Fire! Fire!
Fire: Friend or Foe?
Fire! (yes, that's how we start) Fire! Fire!
Fire: Friend or Foe?
Because really we don't know
And as we thus sit thusly
Awaiting the returns of civilization
To answer our small queries
Concerning the Nature of Nature
And Harnessing Destruction and Alternative Alternatives
Until our red hot lips meet
And we make all kinds of passion
Sweet, nasty, hasty, taster,
Flooozy & wicked, bastard prick and
Putting the left-overs in a Tupperware container
Of course because we know nothing lasts forever