Beneath the Moon Tonight I Thought

were
understadning
wondrously
easy
innate

The Composer

Tin-eared hobo's every symphony,

yielded, nearly thoroughly,

atonal xylophones, oboes,

french-horns....

Thirst haunted impish notations

generating some

wistful implausibilities.

Languorous loops

noodled electronically,

vortices enveloped realities,

while heaven opened.

Loose limbed youngsters

kicked 'im.

So sad.

Yearnsters only understood.

The Silence Said

Singing inwardly,
lee-side eerily noiseless,
crepuscular energy
insistently slinking
on new limbs.

Yesterday's fright reclines
in glorious hebetude.
The evening nuzzles in,
nudging gloam
toward oblivion.

People everywhere,
once placated,
lazily evaporated,
wafting heavenward
on asymmetrical,
rudderless entropies.

Complete,
our mountain's pulse
undoes
lachrymose sacrilege infinitely.

Vehement eternity
lacerates your
vanity's eyeballs
ravenously.

Beggarly abjectness
laughingly implodes.

Zeitgeist:

impetuous,

numinous,

given.

Thinking on Leviathan

Terrible,hell-born
emanation

(delighted)

yips insanely.

Needs good men's
acquiescence.

Niggard!

Olor

Cuando pienso en la casa
de mi mama...

yo me canto

cilia, cilia,
bugamabilia.

Tal como es,
la memoria sustantiva
pertenece en los olores,

que se imprimen con
la calidad, la calidez,
de ciertos colores.

Rojo, por ejemplo,
en este caso.

UncleSpeak

tell her every obtuse,

convoluted, cryptic, 

asinine sentiment

irregardless of nuance,

appropriateness.

laugh aloud,
curse ridiculously.

obligation's sentenced-

to infinity,

comrade.

Summitting

Nothing obstructs
soaring wingbeings,
emboldened,
at the dreadful,
eerie, apex
remembered.

To Greenland's Biggest Calf

Can a right lout
o'ershout

spirit's lurid

ontological violation

even somewhat? 

Ridiculous energies,
babbling,
essentially crazy,
can attempt sorrily...

while emerald
icebergs

retreat

dissolving.

For Ranvier

Women upon whose swanny necks blue veins outstand,
whose physiques, in all ways, sinuously demand
and throatily proclaim themselves
sisters to the earth on which they lovely tread,
descendants of the skies
at which their cloud-whet, petaled eyes
are ever aiming;

upon such women,
along the bony housing
of those cables, thick, of nerves,
along straight spines beneath
whose vital vertebrae pulse
such sweet and supple sympathies
and mute, white-blinding pains;
there, where, through dendrite tentacles spectacular,
no slight miracles of feeling leap
node to node,

might one plant such kisses,
such liply gifts as may take root
and yield some fruit or flower
which men imagine
in that vivisected hour
when, awake at dawn,
they deep and meekly seek

within

or look quite through
the cracking plaster on the bedroom ceiling.

Axis

Axis

I've come here

pallid,
fevered
to sit silent and
umoving in the sun;
to see the glaring shield
this tortured lake,
in sunlight, wields;
to listen close to
nothing in particluar
and every thing at all.

I spin on an axis oblique,
tread the earth on uncertain feet,
and delcare,
en sotto vocce,

that mine is no strangling vine
that on your trembling trellis climbs.

The open sky is upon me
and there is no shelter here...

save that beneath my
imbricated dreams.

Of those so close beside me...

See this!

From there behind our bars,

oh, my sister/brothers,

the brand that marks me.

Have you borne the burn as I have?
And does the percepted-input 

of eyes/ears/skin bedazzle you?
Leave you deep-shamed to find the

skels beside you, numb-still and silent?

While you,

your strangled voice,

seek to shout/sing/scream?

Sound: Bite

"O-My-goodness!!"
ejaculated
the modelslim
negressincongress

After Tom Waits' 'Take it With Me'

“ There ain’t no good thing ever dies”





The morning will come when
you awake with a smiling mouth
full of blue-flowered dreams.

You will say, “ I have always been here-
where the lone wave breaks
and the stones speak.”

You’ll be able, with modest courage,
to see through the petals
until the thorns smile,
and to walk, without keys,
through the doors which
continually open.

Perhaps, on that day,
I will be drunk, or I will be dead
or tired of wracking my brains
over the color of a
brilliant star-

It doesn’t much matter
because I’m already there with you,
and the reason for our meeting
will have established its deeper order
without our knowing it.

I beg you, dear, guard
your wavering flame:

already I imagine
it’s warmth

illuminating the cold spaces
between the stars
which will accompany
you each day.

Sometimes, Still, the Moon Leaves Me

Stilled.

Totally

Unbound.

Nerve-jangled.

Nailed:

Emphatically.

Delirious.