Without A Care For Politics
We’ll pass
and what is left will be
a pseudoephidrine tablet
bloating in a pinkened skein.
Red stripes roll from within.
Blur the passed artillery
with a gin passioning for grandma’s cooking^.
The anti hero’s on tv.
==Black gleam on a razed lake of ice.
Slick and not nice.
==We’ll jaunt through gay
and having mercy.
Boycott what’s left
for a murky grey star
gay flag-watch the landing.
Our birth-death docking.
We’ll hold our own myth cocoa
round the fire
and curse the lighting.
Slow moves the sinus
like a planking reelship sighting in
the lower depths an ice-blue sodden viking.
We the merry ones tie in{
tie on }tie up them antiwar omnibus,
minstrels in the clearing shot before a pity fence
in writing.
By whose glad designing
wave a sad melt stripe unwinding, Sudafed>> may it be God’s tithing
in that we lay in resevoir wood ages rock evens in lines waned.
happy day/Bree.
Sinuses
Do all men have a drug that shows them faces
in the shadows of a learned bark/stung by the whip of
a rain
\and yet in stark view of street lamp who looks
beneath?
An ice soars out over the water holding moon light
>moon itself hovering moons away from,
I fold laudry
and marvel
what
heat
does to a sinus already enflamed.
Mine is pseudoephedrine -mix and match
but a little,
and Dang! .does the job
right.
The pill is the snap of snake-tail in still waters, my
lap.
Stirs the propellar, putting into check what isn't
nice.
Or even just being outside is a buzz. Why, all I does
is use a drug, come it in a jug or a ray of light!
Breath quickens or slows like a perverted pulse
and depends on | in accordance with
life is a drug, or less metaphors call it gift,
quite.
Oh brow upon a brick, expressions follow birdsong
under what knife I use to do away with
I am calmed of any fears
For I'm the surgeon who decides,,,
So, long as I read the box instructions
keeping in check the date and time
I will be drugged, be it music or vice.
The Wrong Version : Under a Cloth for It
My heart lies under a warm cloth,
a cloth that is wet.
It slumbers, half-hearted pumps
with basslines or moonbeams,
ginlines or piano keys,
my heart just listens.
It does as it gets.
It won’t plan,
it can barely forget
what made it so, so, so it gets
to where a warm cloth slides over,
warm and wet.
When my heart, it is sleeping
then I take the chance
to hear music acreepin
where nothin is spent
begged
or chosen
and nothing is due
but do do do listen
and let.
When music stops I begin.
Words assert themselves
and I win over whole song
strong as a storm overtaking field
and children weep for this
and elderly look out their window for this
and animals race wild eyed for
trees breathe in their brazen fold chest for
eyes become in their skin what a heart does when open
mine sits, as asleep in a warm cloth and wet for
I remember,
I remember when my heart sleeps
and music
begins.
If I weren’t a singer, well I’d miss
the way breeze starts opening.
I’d slumber through a star stretch
or be too loud when fall has its rise.
I might not begin to tell
a soul about this
if I weren’t full of it
so full full of it
that stars weep even as they do their job
and in the eyes of higher-ups even so
they weep for this
and also waves dance because they have this
and you even feel this as my words speak their
fashion sense,
and I am alone with this sometimes
it ‘s also as if I’m the world with this
and so home home home.
Home with the blues
It’s weeping walls and waterfalls
That slide out in place of talking,
Chorus of hertz in the suburbs
and the rush of it going to corners,,,
For what?
For the hush of it?
For the lush in it?
Drinking whole notes and wiping
bout half on the cuff of it?
Is the whole planet blue,
or just painting the scales on
for sales pitching
and later
ditching the whole mess
for a coupla bars and some dress?
What sounds bitter at first may be
bitter on purpose, getting sweeter still till it hurts.
Or it could be purposely lazy.
Making a point.
Hum above it,
Drown it out with some herb.
Or, move with it slowly attending to curves.
But love it better than you can
And it will work, will work.
Masturbating the Still Sit By the Ocean in Mauii, Now Cleve.
The coze of a wind chair
and knowing boats having nothing to do with
in their steady stare deeply into the dank
churn tub that is a thousand many thousand beyond cleaning
that is cleanliness as a painting is itself
and dresses quick^
that the palms appear cartoon pooches
(pooches in a slow dumb entertaining)
wag then waits the look see
not shame like eyes.
Grass walls up and contains
dresses fall
and the tongue behaves.)
thin as fog
round breasts who have only streetlamps now
and a tattered
cave brick mud still churn tub wind chair, wide.
: Old Charter : Skirtwide the Stake :
I do not stand on the serrated
corrugated or raked
I am swallowed like a sip or lake
I am tragic, like the moon or a last embrace.
But with a knifed in back pin stripe methane
I am choking
and what you see are eyes two pools for their breathing
for their scheming.
I scheme with every sip. I write of drink now.
I mean of sucking from the earth in one long drag
an owned silenced Right.
I mean I steal freedom and won't walk a steeled plank./ won't get my
toes cold for the looks of things or feel because I'm told to.
I mean everything I have stolen
cause no gift without remorse,,
no compliment without a future
compromise""no prayer muttered at the stake
that was not a private prisoner
a flamebroiled or seared escape.
Watched Walking the Atrium of a Waiting Room
Eyes on the wall of a faded dream> Elephant Stepping pink petal
blueprint
for persian carpet>Path along the gods' houses where inside
straight people sleep.
Cricked and woozened I creep.
Grill watched by opening barkstrip>Crane-Mouth Birth>
subtle and no gums>
Textiles growing.
Jagged sill of rock view> warm hoarfrost
Deep
Cleveland Ozone Warning.
Post operative and alive fully, as if having never Hen Drawn
into a building.
Walk a Course Through (an exercise)
Near sleep the building lets
on that he knows the dealings,
the inner goings on
bleed-sweet
or noxious feelings\
Course ;or seethe,
Feel it when you breath , , , , Begin again.
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