Monday, January 26, 2015

Abomination man and the unbearable separation

Glittered and drawn

Heaven blast furnace echo sheep
Falling and cluttering the earth’s nest egg blues
And then there wasn't anything but your own listening to the silence and darkness
And that went on and on and on
Until quiet cascade radiant flower fire cast out the mud
Into sunlight and bugs trying to fuck in the summer time night &
Spent themselves in a flurry of blue life ecstatic and mundane and squishy
Paradoxical and plain golden sky boats formed from charcoal twilight electric lines
They were sprayed by the black and etched for distance, like cars ripping around the freeway jumble
Noise waves blasted and crashed the river of boats, the river of deep dark wet secrets and submarine beds of dream

The sea
The sea

Raft of man before the storm
Runt of the litter and shallow ladder boy, rung up from the star chart to save the world
Madness crust splashing down from Christ’s wounds like wood bleeding iron
Cement wire and dirt, tied and dried into a bundle of waiting power, glass eyes
Tumble out of their prophetic bombs so closely skirting the fall of doom
Tail shadows in the farther future fire, like yellow dogs for a new sacrifice
Clicking noise and high notes and beautiful singing tones of wailing and weeping women
Wind across the channel rock, evergreen tree rush beneath blue cold winter breaks of sun
Sideways glances and black top cracks and car shine in dull metals and grays

Opened space
Opened space

The sky is let into her home at last among the icy peaks of marble houses
And the glass tongue lapses again at the crystal fountain of burning delight
Who is to stay now at the night job by the cellar cave and womb of our eternal vampire?
God of night and vibrating metal, you are like a coyote stalking the hidden and silent throne of the world
You know the nameless lives without laws in the heart of flesh and bone, awaiting the bliss of the flowered goddess
Ancient one, wrong one, thundered one of fleeting endings, she turns again and the light becomes her new truth

I am the nothing, I am the lost, I am the glittered and drawn.......







Saturday, January 3, 2015

Dry as a bone







Reach
Reach for the yellow leaves on the river in time
and the smoke between hands rough and big and swollen
& reach for the spit in the eye of the dog
and the fall of the water in the heat of the sun
Reach
Reach past the birds that fly away
and the old ones yearning to be alive again
& reach out from your place in the contentment of love
the hero father riding through pretend storms of doom
Reach
Reach to be born because this aint nothin but death
and the waste is building in the heart of the bored
& reach for the flutter and forest of joy
past the dark beginning of her broken green rain
Reach
Reach away from the whisper of nicotine's soft curl
and the drug calling your sewer of flowers and white-lace
& reach out to push away the burning of the sky 
and steal the ocean to the edge of emerald grass cliffs 
Reach
Reach to the one that offers help in the cold dark vision
and the eye of the world with our words carved in its skin
& reach for wings that turn slashing light dust to fire
and wear her stars like a costume of awe for the real
Reach
Reach to the truth that your caught in its net
made weak like the need for the pleasure avalanche
& reach to be clear from the foggy door drug
that makes lazy the burning of deaths true desire
Reach
Reach from this computer out to your eyes
and the cars highways and all the buying, the stage and the sigh
& reach to return the slip down into nothing 
the clear without thought,the hounding its shadow
Reach
Reach for the freedom to leave even though you can't
for the pen and the glue and the paint and its covenant
& reach for the urn that burns away lies
and the doubt of the fathers and their crucified sighs
Reach
Reach out to the space surrounding us all
the waste and the seed with its complacent dead-fall
& reach for the tree to cover your graves
like sand in the water of movement in waves















Reach
Reach past the green grassy blood scattered with murders
and the blue suited ruin of new gods in black metal
and reach to the stars where your babies now lay
and kiss blue heaven brightly so that I may not give way
to a life of nothing done and nothing to weigh