we fucking lost this contest
demon nots got to let us ever win
sad little black velvet clown eyes spurtin’
bad little weasels under the flourboards
can we go home now? i asked the melty man
we’re on the way to PizBoxMainia, said the melty man driving his dark carriage wild
i tried jumping
i tried talking
i tried hitting but the air’s too slow
i try thinking of louisiana
six miles south of baton rouge
in that inhuman backwoods
i seen a floaty lady there once
with eyes like fresh oranges
she was singing little sweet melodies
about chocolate bars and love
the little elfs was all so happy
the eight cylinders rocked out fire pow pow pow pow
rockin’ up to the sky
look down below from the white leather seats
wave goodbye to the night city
wave good night
michael jackson and britney had a baby
a billion dollar baby
who owns the moon.
flesh and bone and soul of stone
‘i’ll fucking kill you!’ she shrieked
at ten thousand dollars per second.
‘trust our president’ says the resident
of the smoothest tan EVER
polywrapped in white vinyl.
the curse of perfect styrofoam
‘makes a man loose and hard to swallow’
dead inside at twenty-five.
digital magic for the comeback album!
duet with elton
then back to the bunker in iowa.
candy dennis stole fourteen bucks out of my wallet
that’s the price of a burger at the getti-up
when you leave your wallet behind
at the getti-up
not hooked in they are
nineteen-ninety three and nineteen seventy-nine
let’s go down this street
they got a radio shack
walk past the hemp store
go back in buy a lost coast hemp hat
and a mr. natural patch for it
big glass pipes for sale
what are those for?
and he walked on down the hall
past the ooooooolllllllldddddddd guy on the porch
his nickname was toast
back in nineteen seventy-nine
he watches me
too drunk
smiles
jovan saved my bacon let me slide on a room
no i.d. and no gas and no way in america
out in the whirlpool i sit next to an old guy
here he is:
born canada then to small town oregon
old brothers younger sisters bike all over
he says his school was different because all the kids got along
football players hippies greasers rich kids poor kids
roaming the oregon edge
they all went to U. Oregon he became a designer
but what he does is not who he is we agree
married twenty-five years and now nine with the new
it happens
spiritual conferences peace marches
al gore and the solar cooker people
benjamin franklin and jefferson and adams and washington
africa and india and deep space
‘you’re one of them? yes he says, laughing
i laugh me too
the two tough cowboy types grimace
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strangers in garberville
seals in the ocean
deep ferns in redwood sinkholes
you say it’s your birthday
write a song
superstitious tree-bound swayer long asleep
deep in the cotton the high cotton
he’s dreaming me.
all the water connects us below this light and rock
sweet life in the dark the fertile dark
talking about us.
massive wave beams in the unnutterable sanctioned mind of god space
pulse down through the iron the earth’s iron
the constant voice.
luna through leaves a six cloud sweep between eyes and the swelling beauty
rushes through the wood the thrilling wood
breeze scent music romance and dance
i love.
the grief’ll cut legs right out
but the yellow sphere sees you still
walk softly on the graves
give it up for the grass on your toes
between the birches it thickens
a steady hill to nowhere
climbing into the sky
a bird.
orange danish feelings
smiling slightly wicked
a beautiful house
swept out and spiritual smelling
a samovar in the corner
the coat rack was a man
we are all firing blindly
but max the one-eyed cat
wreath.
bank-stalking suit pins
mocking Trenchy and counting
zippy-do-dah wrong
guilty flashes coming
no wall of faith will hold
the magic charm against bullets
secrets will out
and we will all live and die
center.
wild wild west
boom thum boom thum
flash of a badge
blowjobs in the lot
blank stare practice
cheap cheap ethyl flowing into delivery liquids
wild red eyes and new blood chemistry
waving a big handgun
‘down on the ground’
and we got down
i drove home at 3AM to watch
grand old opry minnie pearl and
little jimmie dickens
porter wagoner always gave me the creeps
but chet atkins was a god
picked up two young hitchhikers
the wrong color for the foothills
home of the klan meth man thing
they were nice kids but republicans
so i stiffened up
young black republicans scare the shit out of me
even more than young republicans
so i’m keepin’ it light
drop ‘em off in placerville and on home
4AM and me and kierkegaard are wide awake
carl perkins is teaching elvis how to ROCKABILLY
and me how to forget
what the floor smelled like
some are sleeping some are dying
some are laughing
some are having great sex
some are stalking.
my quark-filled machine pattern reactifymacreadyports like a nation
this is all magic
but we are early models and freaked-out geeks
wall to wall nervous systems skittering on the slippery plate SMACK
some are having fun
5:17 PM 1/5/07
i’m pulling out and greeting roaderie
toys and apprehension and white and dark and compression with fast attack low release punching at 15DB
some are waiting some yowling
spinning magic space, early models
some are smoking some are writing some are drinking
some are thinking
it’s a near thing.
my tif got pixellated in the pipe
seventeen picoseconds of byronius flow
shining out the eyes of some dead guy
will she take the mouse and turn me on
a click to be back in the liquid crystal
a smooth gif that elicits a laugh
from a million neural net soul sparks
i am a true blue goner on a date with fate
holding hands in the river boat one mile up
if i get to talk to stars it would be good
clean in the nova chatty with the white dwarf
counsel to the sad red-purple giant who weeps
time has gone by for everything
not just for us
for everything
here it comes
i will sleep well entwined in solar arms
dreaming on the joy and sugar that will flow
when i strike the leaves.
the color of snow
aura of the sun
coal sack space
bananaverse la
having such fun
shaking off the trace
lying on the earth
the core my mother
the ant my brother
i never call to my tree
i do not sit on my rock
i let the wind go by me
the cave my closest friend
darkness of the oort cloud
six galaxies over me
The Skin Of It all
having good days
leaping off the ledge
living in the earth
the core my mother
the ant my brother
no one would believe what’s going to happen
if i told you now you’d think i’m crazier
than you previously thought and holy cow
who once looked in my eyes and meant me
a low low man
none. i will always be alone. this thick skin
keeps me safe and warm from all harm and
the merging souls of passing strangers one is
green and orange, one is black one is perfect blue
one is colorless and unreal
earl walked down the summer slope with duke
until they came to a pool, and saw things moving
on the horizon of it and as they turned to flee
it came alive swollen with ghostly souls
run like crazy
has anyone nailed the location of the chick with the brick? was it lisa smail? or some other hottie just waiting to be plucked by the nerd cum madman but the only thing hard she got was the brick. of course you know she can be found anywhere; she is the deepest part of you/she gives relief to the conscience when all the world is guilt/she is the gushing of your mothers breast and the flow of the eternal spring bring liquid inspiration/in return we learn to give the brick of our stick and shick/our uncertain art/we now wait for the explosion of a million bricks falling/temperatures rising/and everybody freaking out cause we plumb run out of oil/but if we listen in the spaces when the bombs and cries of little babies are silent/we may hear the mother of all earth and soul calling us home to live like hippies in the wood/or we can listen to the banner brothers last track on the third side/just a media stunt like paul is dead?/a truth incantation encoded for play on gods turntable?/suburban gents collective rage/early on in nihilistic age?/you make the call byronius.
hot dancing by the pool
it’s a cool day out
irrelevant shout
make yourself a shaker
ivy-twine overhead
a satellitic cone
my switch is set to drone
i’m the lone believer
a way to whirl
i’m on the floor
i cannot more
i am detraining
one more volt
i am innocuous
a seizure molecule
and very still
tiny faceprints
it will not go
where it thinks
i didn’t come here to get my x waxed
i came to get the z for my little me-archy
semper fi see darkly
puffy little b-head
the detail gets me all sparkle-headed
i been there but i wast to withdraw
too many turns in the law
spang on the steel
crackerjack country club hero volley
i wasn’t doing that any bit
what i do is direct hit
down to the very bottom
some men stand aside from me
gaping jacks don’t like the stream
somehow the hard air of Xioujang
muddies with their brains
i ain’t heard from aldous head
two long years i think he’s dead
the only man i ever met
lays out words still wet
and shiny
sixteen velvet seconds
‘I’m a free man!’
lovely leafy garret
‘I cannot see the path!’
all the time a tone
‘Verisimilitude eludes you!’
park benches after the rain
‘Walk faster! Be the Air!”
hiding in the knotted woods
‘Cease your Human Existence!’
quiet wet nose of a mole
‘There Are None Who Love!’
the water’s edge. mirror.
‘You Will Abide By Pain Alone!’
free.
terrible timothy may
hot street smear window
bicycle with a spiked chain
six omens on a string
he’s the tooth fairy
warehouses of grim memory
bales of hay stacked up by the door
never can tell
the real grin of a happy man
extra cash in the bag
sweet tellin’s and a scream or two
why am i here
timothy may has total control
the stick vibrates in his hand
the magical eye has it centered
the dock shudders with a low bump
someone’s home
someone’s in the air
someone’s diving
this day goes down
so hard.
running out into the walnut grove
demons on my heels raffish deadly
i stayed in the attic for three years
they found me yesterday
cut a hole in the roof and shimmied down the drain
free in the grove at midnight
hellhounds snapping my back
i sang a little song about mindy
they fled the sight of true love
boots set up and a heated fretwar
shouting and leaping and BOOM!
the lightning strikes and it blows the steel
nothing works ever again
how have i survived death
thinking boy running boy
back it up jack
never again.
Snow.
New Drywall.
Guitar.
Rubber Drums.
Dogs.
Fireplace.
Wild Turkey.
Propane Heater.
Burned a Hole in the Coat.
Groceries.
Red Recording Lights.
Clay Flutes.
Clean Mikes.
Half-Inch Tape.
The Sound Still Plays.
But The Heart is Dead.
elevator walked to the house
in the rain, singing quietly
in the door and over the dry floor
to the large bed.
essences waving and the fire crackles
smoke leaks through the mortar
soon the house is a roaring furnace of clean heat
elevator takes a bath
makes dinner
watches the screen for meaning
an everlasting moment
out to the garage
the diminished chord to the major
word to word
space is dark.
altercat pandemonium
drip-dry funk
i hear the angels sing
from far away
midnight thunder
lights the steeple cross
i’ve been down.
tick tech really up stack
dinner is served for the dark
goodby to all that
i’ve asked to see — what?
chance is calling
time for me to roll it
roll it well
roll it up this hill
naked
smiling
jumpin’ jehosephat beanball happy
doofus tearin’ up 1963
i don’t listen to that shit anymore
dig-dug joustin’ and savin’ the little men
pick up the piece and glue it to your face
a lovely, lovely mask
made for parties and the stern gaze of The One
penny for your thinkin’s
dollar for your binkin’s
it’s a beautiful life.
