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Poems From Tape Noon
Doors
MONEY...
Money, the beauty of
(currency
pale green
greesy
ornate
soft
furrowed
texture)
Skin or leather
ENTER THE SLIP
Enter the slip
of the warm womb tide
Wet labyrinth kiss
digging the wells
& riding the lies
all holes & poles
Walk down a street
A drive to the beach
Drowning man's flash
A town in siege
THE DESERT
The Desert
-- roseate metallic blue
& insect green
blank mirrors &
pools of silver
a universe in
one body
BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF
Bibulous compound of
muck & mulch milk
Tenebrous connections
in forest & farm
all-swarming disk-like
elegance
Say No More
- That sure was a mouthful.
- You said it.
YOU MUST CONFRONT
you must confront
your life
which is sneaking up
on you
like a rapt coiled
serpent
snail-slime
you must confront
the inevitable
eventually
Bloody Bones has got you!
HOPE IS JUST...
hope is just a word
when you think in
Table Cloths
Laughter will not end
her funny feeling
or assuage our
strange desire
Children will be born
WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT
Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway
COCK-PIT
Cock-pit
I am real
Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us
for so long
birth sex death
we're alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in
absence of blood
SUDDEN ATTACK
Sudden attack
Stabbed & hacked but no
pain no death
Zone of silence
Sudden powered
mute strangeness
& awareness
most awkward to the mind
alive love & laughter
& memory sweet of kinder
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times
when we spoke & words
had soft form by
a fire
THIS IS MY FOREST
This is my forest
a sea of wires.
This gaggle of vision
is my flame.
These trees are men,
the engineers.
And a tribe of farmers
on their Sunday off.
Gods -- the directors.
Cameras, greek
Centaurs on the boom,
sliding silent
Mobile grace
Toward me --
a leaping clown
In the great sun's
eye.
Grand danger there
in curved thigh.
The avenging finger --
lord.
DANCING & THRASHING
Dancing & thrashing
the reptile summer
They'll be here long
before we're gone
Sunning themselves
on the marble porch
Raging in against
the slow heat
Of an invaded Town
The Kingdom is ours
TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE
Translations of the divine
in all languages. The Blues,
The records get you high,
in armies on swift channels.
The new dreamer will sing
to the mind thoughts
uncluthed by speech.
Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.
Midnite showings.
ELECTRIC STORM
electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels
Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow
get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering
imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?
THE FORM IS AN ANGEL...
The form is an angel of soul
from horse to man to boy
& back again
Music sex & idea are the
currents of connection
friendship transition
conductor of soul from the
fat brain of stealth
to sunset
Work out
Welcome to the night
Welcome to the deep good
dark American Night
a man gets time to die
his amber waste
sloven footsteps of swine
in the camps, dark black
lumber
crooked stars have destiny's
number
Lord help us
LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE
Leave the informed sense
in our wake
you be Christ
on this package tour
-- Money beats soul --
Last words, last words
out
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