1. The moving image
Spent the weekend sick from pink sweetness: tin-eared. They throw me on a mattress
and take away the brushes. I would no longer portray flowers. There is movement of television. vegetative and envious.
Possessing yet not owning, when we’re working it
takes time. The old gods never died but moved to hollywood where they recline in mansions aping old images of themselves without violence.
2. Mystic Shape of God-head
“If a sufficient amount of pain is applied at the proper intervals to the proper locale,
it will block the natural onset of dreaming”
“Darlene, come quick, grab the fire extinguisher-- not the grease one!
The Phoenix is fixin’ to rise from the embers again.”
By the time I get to Phoenix
she’ll be a polymerase chain reaction quaking,
or acquire trichomonas from lesser Isis.
-Another fine example of Tourette’s
(Another fine mess you’ve gotten us in.)
N-n-n-nickels, dimes and quarters,
The serpent bites his own tail (tale).
Do you picture him in a circle and green?
A liaison of Set, a psychopomp,
The Snake Man devours the Chicken Man of New Orleans,
Beat him 4 straight sets of poker:
pair of 4’s
& a full house,
He leaves town with a suitcase & a trunk
The only time he’s satisfied s when he’s
Did you watch his tongue flicker;
Hear his hsssssssssssssssss?
Another imaginary television commercial for the gnosis,
not unlike the red cough syrup our parents poured into silver spoons,
taken from the silverware door that jangles when opened as we sit in tall wooden chairs (just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.)
-Perhaps you’d care for a refreshing zen beverage instead?
Is this the mystic shape of god-head?
a taste of tangerine ice cream on the tips of our tongues,
flavored artificially and naturally,
--or a fading jingle from a Mr. Frostee passing by…
3. Square Dancin’
Rounding the corner on 15th
Waltz from the mouth
of a lion fountain,
Tried painting you there,
but sketched only pigeons
filled with vagabond’s pretzel crumbs
from yesterday’s cart
-then flew away.
Heading south is for Wa-Wa’s
nifty-fifties black and white shakes.
Gleaming red lawn balls
by the roadside cars at night
Waltzing away from the square-
leaving a glimpses on the pavement;
Country music without the twang.
4. Restless Jitters/ Random Thought/ Louis Kahn/ Blues
Got dem restless jitters
It’s three am
-Won’t go away.
“Will they drop one on Manhattan…again!?”
“I Don’t know, man.”
--told you once,
won’t say it
sliding into Penn Station
` to meet an old friend
the yellow’d 70s
* * * *
diedon the public toilet
in- between two wives.
an he didn’t even get to re-make it
as the capital
5. Solitary Confinement Choir
from our cells
we could hear
the screams and yells
from solitary confinement;
on the other side of the wall.
their darkened individual cells
the prisoners would howl
and rattle the bars
and call out,
The cacophonous choir
was strictly for show,
as the prisoners
this was County
so their detention
they would again
return to the general population
of other male prisoners.
This kind of show,
was Quite The Show.
6.Mis(e) En Scène
A strip-mall flies past the train window:
“Mr. Conductor stop the train- I need shampoo!”
But the lonesome whistle blew
when I next look up- thru construction & time zones,
my scalp itches
a light-bulb goes of over-head:
“I used to live there.”