AN AMERICAN PRAYER of words

Do you know the warm progress Music inflames temperament

under the stars? (When the true King's murderers
Do you know we exist? are allowed to roam free
Have you forgotten the keys a 1000 Magicians arise
to the kingdom? in the land)
Have you been born yet Where are the feasts
& are you alive? we were promised
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths Where is the wine
of the ages The New Wine
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests (dying on the vine)
(Have you forgotten the lessons resident mockery
of the ancient war) give us an hour for magic
We need great golden copulations We of the purple glove
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest We of the starling flight
Our mother is dead in the sea & velvet hour
Do you know we are being led to We of arabic pleasure's breed
slaughters by placid admirals We of sundome & the night
& that fat slow generals are getting Give us a creed
obscene on young blood To believe
Do you know we are ruled by T.V. A night of Lust
The moon is a dry blood beast Give us trust in
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers The Night
in the next block of green vine Give of color
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen hundred hues
who are just dying a rich Mandala
O great creator of being for me & you
grant us one more hour to & for your silky
perform our art pillowed house
& perfect our lives a head, wisdom
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & a bed
& dying Troubled decree
We live, we die Resident mockery
& death not ends it has claimed thee
Journey we more into the We used to believe
Nightmare in the good old days
Cling to life We still receive
our passion'd flower In little ways
Cling to cunts & cocks The Things of Kindness
of despair & unsporting brow
We got our final vision Forget & allow
by clap Did you know freedom exists
Columbus' groin got in a school book
filled w/ green death Did you know madmen are
(I touched her thigh running our prison
& death smiled) w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
We have assembled inside this ancient w/in a white free protestant
& insane theatre Maelstrom
To propagate our lust for life We're perched headlong
& flee the swarming wisdom on the edge of boredom
of the streets We're reaching for death
The barns are stormed on the end of a candle
The windows kept We're trying for something
& only one of all the rest That's already found us
To dance & save us We can invent Kingdoms of our own
W/ the divine mockery grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust (II)
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams Great screaming Christ
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams Upsy-daisy
No black men's pride to hoist the beams Lazy Mary will you get up
while mocking angels sift what seems upon a Sunday morning
To be a collage of magazine dust "The movie will begin in 5 moments"
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust The mindless Voice announced
This is just jail for those who must "All those unseated, will await
get up in the morning & fight for such the next show"
unusable standards We filed slowly, languidly
while weeping maidens into the hall. The auditorium
show-off penury & pout was vast, & silent.
ravings for a mad As we seated & were darkened
staff The Voice continued:
Wow, I'm sick of doubt "The program for this evening
Live in the light of certain is not new. You have seen
South This entertainment thru & thru.
Cruel bindings You've seen your birth, your
The servants have the power life & death; you might recall
dog-men & their mean women all of the rest-(did you
pulling poor blankets over have a good world when you
our sailors died?)-enough to base
(& where were you in our a movie on?
lean hour) An iron chuckle rapped our
Milking your moustache? minds like a fist.
or grinding a flower? I'm getting out of here
I'm sick of dour faces Where're you going?
Staring at me from the T.V. To the other side of morning
Tower. Please don't chase the clouds
I want roses in pagodas, temples
my garden bower; dig? Her cunt gripped him
Royal babies, rubies like a warm friendly
must now replace aborted hand.
Strangers in the mud "It's all right.
These mutants, blood-meal All your friends are here."
for the plant that's plowed When can I meet them?
They are waiting to take us into "After you've eaten"
the severed garden I'm not hungry
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful "O, we meant beaten"
comes death on a strange hour Silver stream, silvery scream,
unannounced, unplanned for impossible concentration
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Here come the comedians
brought to bed look at them smile
Death makes angels of us all Watch them dance
& gives us wings an indian mile
where we had shoulders Look at them gesture
smooth as raven's How aplomb
claws So to gesture everyone
No more money, no more fancy dress Words dissemble
This other Kingdom seems by far the best Words be quick
until its other jaw reveals incest Words resemble walking sticks
& loose obedience to a vegetable law Plant them
I will not go They will grow
Prefer a Watch them waver so
feast of Friends I'll always be
To the Giant family a word-man
Better thn a birdman a plane
But I'll charge a desert flower
Won't get away cool cartoon
w/out lodging a dollar The rest of the
Shall I say it again world
aloud, you get the point is reckless & dangerous
No food w/out fuel's gain Look at the
I'll be, the irish loud brothels
unleashed my beak Stag films
at peak of powers Exploration
O girl, unleash (V)
your worried comb A ship leaves port
O worried mind mean horse of another thicket
Sin in the fallen wishbone of desire
Backwoods by the blind decry the metal fox
She smells debt
on my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession AS I LOOK BACK
Its quick to admit
Fast borrowed rhythm As I look back
Woman came between them over my life
Women of the world unite I am struck by post
Make the world safe cards
For a scandalous life Ruined Snap shots
Hee Heee
Cut your throat faded posters
Life is a joke Of a time, I can't recall
Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat ----------------------------------------------------------------
Blood Blood Blood Blood ----------------
They're making a joke
of our universe I am a Scot, or so
(III) I'm told. Really
Matchbox the heir of Mystery
Are you more real than me Christians
I'll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears Snake in the Glen
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget The child of a
IV) Military family...
A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling & bubbling. I rebelled against church
The paper face. after phases of
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. fervor
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again I curried favor in school
"ready to talk" & attack'd the teachers
"No sir"- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym. I was given a
Very peaceful desk in the corner
Meditation
Air base in the desert I was a fool
looking out venetian blinds &
The smartest kid at best-a scream
in class or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.

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Walks in D.C. in
Negro streets. The library Road Days
& book stores. Orange
brick in warm sun. fear of Plane death
The books & poets magic
And night was what Night
Then sex gives greater stimulation should be
Than you've ever known & A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep
all peace & books lose their
charm & you are thrown I have ploughed
back on the eye of vision My seed thru the heart
of the nation.
Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein.
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---------------- Now I embrace the poetry
of business & become-for
History of Rock a time-a "Prince of Industry"
coinciding w/my
adolescence
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Came to LA to ----------------
Film School
A natural leader, a poet,
Venice Summer a Shaman, w/the
soul of a clown.
Drug Visions
What am I doing
Roof top songs in the Bull Ring
Arena
early struggles & Every public figure
humiliations running for Leader

Thanks to the girls Spectators at the Tomb

who fed me. -riot watchers

Fear of Eyes
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Being drunk is a good disguise.
Making Records
I drink so I
Elvis had sex-wise can talk to assholes.
mature voice at 19. This includes me.

Mine still retains the

nasal whine of a ----------------------------------------------------------------
repressed adolescent ----------------
minor squeaks & furies
An interesting singer The horror of business
 deep in the Western night
The Problem of Money waiting for the escape
guilt of one of our gang
do I deserve it? The hangman's noose is a
silver sluice bait
The Meeting come-on man
Rid of Managers & agents your meat is hanging
on the wing of the raven
After 4 yrs. I'm left w/a man's bird, poet's soul
mind like a fuzzy hammer

regret for wasted nights ----------------------------------------------------------------

& wasted years ----------------
I pissed it all away
American Music Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the thin rustle of weeds
the voice comes from faraway
---------------------------------------------------------------- inside, awaiting its birth
---------------- in a cool room, on tendril bone
The insane free chummy cackle
End w/fond good-bye of infants in a ballroom, of a
& plans for future family of friends around
-Not an actor a table, laden w/feast-food
Writer-filmmaker soft guilty female laughter
the bar-room, the men's room
Which of my cellves people assemble to establish
will be remember'd armies & find their foe
& fight
Good-bye America
I loved you
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Money form home ----------------
good luck
stay out of trouble Clustered in watchful terror
by vine-growth, the hollow bush
dry cancerous wells
We awoke before dawn, slipped
DRY WATER into the canyon

The velvet fur of religion Noon schoolyard screamed

The polish of knife handle & coin w/play, the lunch hour ending
The universe of organic gears ropes & balls slapped hard at
or microscope mechanical cement sand, the female land
embryo metal doll was bright, all swelling to degree
The night is a steel machine most comfortless & guarding
grinding its slow stained wheels
The brain is filled w/clocks, & drills A record noise shot out
& water down drains & stunned the earth. The music
Knife-handle, thick blood had been bolted w/new sound.
like the coin & cloth Run, run the end of repose
they rub & the skin they love an anthem has churned
to touch the bad guys are winning.

the graveyard, the tombstone,

the gloomstone & runestone ----------------------------------------------------------------
The sand & the moon, mating ----------------
Silver shaken in the gloom ----------------------------------------------------------------
I left her ----------------

Trees waste & sway forever Please, freeze!

Danger near.
Marble porch & sylvan frieze A message has started its path
Down on her knees to the heart of the brain
A thin signal is on its way
She begs the spider-king to wed her An arrow of hope, predicting rain
Slides into bed A death-rod bearing pain

He turns her over

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There is a leather pouch ----------------
that's full of silver
I will not come again
It spills like water I will not come again
into the swirl
She left The bitter wine-soaked
And took the coins I gave her. stallion eats the seed,
all labor is a lie;
no vice is kindled in
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---------------- or vie w/any strong
particulating smile.
As to the drowning man Leave sundry stones alive.
hoarse whisper
invokes, on the edge, Now that you have gone
an arroyo all alone
Sangre de Christo the desert to explore
& left me here alone
Violence in a time of plenty
the calmness of the town
There is one deaf witness where a girl in black
on the bank, the shore gets in a car
leaning in finery against & searches numbly
a ruined wall for her keys;
as Jesus did. Red livid lips,
pale flesh withdrawn from Now that you have gone
ragged dress, pit of the past or strayed away-
& secrets unveiled in the
scarred chalk wall I sit, & listen to the hiss
of traffic & invoke
When, often, one is not deluged into this burned & gutted
by rain, 3 drops suffice room some ghost, some
The war is over there vague resemblance of a time
I am neither doctor nor saint
Christ or soldier Off-on, on and off,
Now, friends, don't look at me like one long sick
sadly ranting like some electric dream.
incomprehensible child This state is confused
I know by my breath of what state. Out there everyone
I speak, & what I've seen is greedy for love.
needs telling.
They will drain her life
like warm connectors, to armies
plug into her soul that join,
From every side & melt out on a desert,
her form for me. & to Samson
& all his
But I deserve this, generals
Greatest cannibal of all. bound quiet
Some tired future. now w/exotic
Let me sleep. arch-angels
Get on w/the disease. of dusk, in
Sumarian
& N. African
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The bazaar is crowded
In this dim cave as dancers thrive.
we can go no further. Snake-wreaths & pleasures.
Here money is key I take you to a low cave
to smooth age. Horses, called "Calipah".
givers of guilt. Great
bags of gold.
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I want obedience! ----------------

We examine this ancient Stand there listening

& insane theatre, obscene you will hear them
like luxuriant churches tiny shapes just beyond
altars. the moon
Star-flys, jarts,
I confess dismal fronds
to scarves stirring ape-jaws striving
cool floors to make the morning
stroked curtain mail call

The actors are twice-blessed Cry owl.

before us. This is Hark to the wood-vine.
too serious & severe. Suckle-snake crawls, gnawing
restive
Great mystery!
Timeless passion I know you.
patterned in stillness. The one who left to go
warning. Wishless now
& sullen. Transfer
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Steal me a peach
Sex for you from the orange tree
was thread grove-keeper
which binds
us even now She fell.
on this pale
planet. What are you doing
w/your hand on her
To the poet breast?
& cover-girl,
photo in color, She fell, mam.
 spenders bleeders all
Give her to me. brew North
stained lot
Yes, mam. he was lost
out on an aircraft
Go tell the master high above
what you've done. long awkward brewer's
shelters breed
They killed him.
this ugly crew
Later. our poisoned jet
god get us love & get
Going up the stairs us speed
handcuffed To get us home again
to his cell. love
Crippled by people
A shot-gun blast cut by nothing
Behind the back. Public housing
the incredible damage
(I) can be cured

Untrampled footsteps (V)

Borderline dreams
Occasion for sinners She's my girl friend:
alive if it seems I wouldn't tell her
given to wander Name but I think
alone at the shore you already know her
wanton to whisper Name
I am no more is
Am as my heart beats Square fire insect
live as I can marble saffron intro
wanton to whisper demi-rag in flames
faraway sands
it's the same game
(II) whether you call it
by her real name
Now come into my pretty isle
My weary westward wanderer (VI)
Faraway is as it seems
& so alone shall shelter She lives in the city
Come along unto my sails under the sea
as weary islands go Prisoner of pirates
prosper merry as I went prisoner of dreams
I shall no more the sailor I want to be w/her
Shall I ho the sailor want her to see

(III) The things I've created

sea-shells that bleed
Where were you when I needed you? Sensitive seeds
Where indeed but in some sheltered of impossible warships
Sturdy heaven; wasted, broken
sadly broke & one thin thing to get us thru Dragon-fly hovers
& wavers & teases
(IV) The weeds & his wings
are in terrible fury
Urchin crawl broke
 Under the moon
Beneath the stars
FAR ARDEN They reel & dance
The young folk
In that year
We had an intense visition Led to the Lake
of energy by a King & Queen

Signals O, I want to be there

I want us to be there
When radio dark night existed Beside the lake
& assumed control, & we rocked in its web Beneath the moon
consumed by static, & stroked w/fear Cool & swollen
we were drawn down long from dripping its hot
a deep sleep, & awaken'd liquor
at dayfall by worried guardeners
& made to be led thru dew wet SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
jungle to the swift summit, o'er looking
The sea...
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---------------- Frozen moment by a lake
A Knife has been stolen
A vast radiant beach & a cool The death of the snake
jewelled moon. Couples naked
race down by its quiet side & I know the impossible sea
we laugh like soft mad children, when the dogs bark
smug in the wooly cotton brains
of infancy. I am a death bird
Naughty night bird
The music & voices are all around us.
Choose, They croon
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The time has come again ----------------
Choose now, They croon
Beneath the moon Bird of prey, Bird of prey
Beside an ancient lake flying high, flying high
In the summer sky
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, come w/us.
Everything is broken up Bird of prey, Bird of prey
& dances flying high, flying high
Gently pass on by
(Mt. Music
Violin) Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Am I going to die
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---------------- Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Moonshine night Take me on your flight
Mt. Village
Insane in the woods Indians scattered on dawn's
in the deep trees Hiway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child's
fragile egg-shell mind
~Orange County Suite~
Underwaterfall, Underwaterfall
The girls return from summer balls Well I used to know someone fair
Let's steal the eye that sees us all She had orange ribbons in her hair
She was such a trip
She was hardly there
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---------------- Just the same.

Tell them you came & saw & looked There was rain in our window,
into my eyes, & saw the shadow The FM set was ragged
of the guard receding But she could talk, yeah,
Thoughts in time & out of season We learned to speak
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
& levelled his thumb in the And one year
calm calculus of reason has gone by

(a car passes) Such a long long road to seek it

All we did was break and freak it
We had all
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---------------- We just blew it
And I'm not sad
Why does my mind circle around you
Why do planets wonder what it Well I'm mad
Would be like to be you
And I'm bad
All your soft wild promises were words
Birds, endlessly in flight And two years
have gone by
Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you Now her world was bright orange
How can he run to you And the fire glowed
Lunging w/blooded sickness on the snow And her friend had a baby
He's still sniffing gates & searching And she lived with us
Strangers for your smell Yeah, we broke through the window
which he remembers very well Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer,
Is there a moon in your window Yeah, but she's still home
Is madness laughing
Can you still run down beach Now her father has passed over
rocks bed below w/out him? & her sister is a star
& her mother smokes diamonds
Winter Photography & she sleeps out in the car
our love's in jeopardy
Winter Photography Yeah, but she rememebers Chicago
our love's in jeopardy The musicians & guitars
Sit up all night, talking smoking & grass by the lake
Count the dead & wait for morning & people who laugh'd
(Will warm names & faces come again & made her poor heart ache
Does the silver forest end?)
Now we live down in the valley
We work out on the farm
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---------------- & everything's fine
 way
& I'm still here
& you're still there
& we're still around ----------------------------------------------------------------
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---------------------------------------------------------------- All hail the American Night

----------------
And so I say to you
Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey The silk handkerchief was
& mystics & men embroidered in China or Japan
And about the believers, & how the behind the steel curtain And
whole thing began o one can cross the borderline
/out proper credentials.
First there were women & children obeying This is to say that we are all
the moon sensate & occasionally sad
Then daylight brought wisdom & fever & if every partner in crime
& sickness too soon were to incorporate promises
in his program the dance
You can try to remind me might end & all our fiends
instead of the other would follow.
you can
Who are our friends?
You can help to insure
That we all insecure our command Are they sullen & slow? Do
they have great desire? Or
If you don't give a listen are they one of the multitude who
I won't try to tell your walk doubting their impossible
new hand regret. Certainly things happen
& reoccur in continuous promise;
This is it can't you see All of us have found a safe
That we all have our end in niche where we can store up
the band riches & talk to our fellows
on the same premise of disaster.
And if all of the teachers & preachers
of wealth were But this will not do. No, this
arraigned ill never do. There are
continents & shores which
We could see quite a future beseech our understanding.
for me in the literal sands Seldom have we been so slow.
Seldom have we been so far.
And if all of the people
could claim to inspect My only wish is to see
such regret Far Arden again.

Well we'd have no forgiveness The truth is on his chest

forgetfulness faithful The cellular excitement has
remorse Totally inspired our magic
Veteran. And now for an
So I tell you old trip. I'm tired of thinking.
I tell you I want the old forms to
I tell you reassert their sexual cool.
We must send away My mind is just-you know.
And this morning before I sign
We must try to find a new off I would like to tell you
answer instead of about Texas Radio & the Big Beat.
It moves into the perimeter of Back there
your sacred sincere & dedicated Over his shoulder.
Smile like a calm survivor
of the psychic war. He was One morning he awoke in a green hotel
no general for he was not old. W/a strange creature groaning beside him.
He was no private for he Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
could not be sold.
Is everybody in? (3x)
The ceremony is about to begin.
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---------------- Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
He was only a man & his Had this dream stopped?
dedication extended to the last The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.
degree. Poor pretentious soldier, We were afraid to touch it.
come home. The dark Los Angeles The sheets were hot dead prisons.
evening is steaming the Church And she was beside me, old,
that we attended & I miss She's, no; young.
my boy. Stupid in green- Her dark red hair.
What the color green? When The white soft skin.
I watch the T.V. & I see Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
helicopters swirling their Look!
brutal & bountiful sensation She's coming in here.
over the fields & the comic walls I can't live thru each slow century
I can only smile & fix a meal of her moving.
& think about the child who I let my cheek slide down
will one day own you. The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood.
In conclusion, darling, let The smooth hissing snakes
me repeat: your home is still of rain...
here, inviolate & certain
and I open the wide smile of
my remembrance. This to you ----------------------------------------------------------------
on the anniversary of our first ----------------
night. I know you love me
to talk this way. I hope Once I had a little game
no one sees this message I liked to crawl back in my brain
written in the calm lonely I think you know the game I mean
far out languid summer afternoon I mean the game called "Go Insane"
W/my total love
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
THE CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD and we'll erect a different steeple.

Lions in the street & roaming This little game is fun to do.
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming Just close your eyes, no way to lose
A beast caged in the heart of a city And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town. ----------------------------------------------------------------
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He went down South
And crossed the border Way back deep into the brain
Left the chaos & disorder Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain Let's run

And the rain falls gently on the town Some outlaws live by the side of a lake
And over the heads of all of us The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath Wake up, girl! We're almost home
Quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around Sun, sun, sun
Reptiles abounding Burn, burn, burn
Fossils, caves, cool air heights Moon, moon, moon
I will get you soon...soon...soon!
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled I am the Lizard King
A beast car locked in against morning I can do anything
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples ----------------------------------------------------------------
Wound in sheets ----------------
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
Wait! There's been a slaughter here We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
We're getting out of town I can tell you the things that you know
We're going on the run Listening for a fistful of silence
And you're the one I want to come! Climbing valleys into the shade

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Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Nothing left to do but run, run, run Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Let's run, let's run Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Come on, baby, run with me Children of night
Let's run Who among you will run with the hunt?

Run with me, run with me, run with me Now night arrives with her purple legion
Let's run Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill I want to be ready
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
THE LORDS
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car Notes on Vision
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not going very far I
To the east to meet the Czar
Look where we worship.
Run with me, run with me, run with me
We all live in the city. The sniper's rifle is an extension of his eye.

The city forms- often physically, but inevitably He kills with injurious vision.
psychically- a circle. A Game. A ring of death with
sex at its center. Drive towards outskirts of city V
suburbs. At the edge of discover zones of
sophisticated vice and boredom, child prostitution. The assassin(?), in flight, gravitated with
But in the grimy ring immediately surrounding the unconscious, instinctual insect ease, mothlike,
daylight business district exists the only real crowd toward a zone of safety, haven from the
life of our mound, the only street life, night life. swarming streets. Quickly, he was devoured
Diseased specimens in dollar hotels, low boarding in the warm, dark, silent maw of the physical
houses, bars, pawn shops, burlesques and brothels, in theater.
dying arcades which never die, in streets and streets
of all-night cinemas. Modern circles of Hell: Oswald(?) kills President.
Oswald enters taxi. Oswald stops at rooming house.
Oswald leaves taxi. Oswald kills Officer Tippitt.
Oswald sheds jacket. Oswald is captured.
II
He escaped into a movie house.
When play dies it becomes the Game.
When sex dies it becomes Climax.
VI
All games contain the idea of death.
In the womb we are blind cave fish.
III
Everything is vague and dizzy. The skin swells and
Baths, bars, the indoor pool. Our injured leader prone there is no more distinction between parts of the
on the sweating tile. Chlorine on his breath and in his body. An encroaching sound of threatening,
long hair. Lithe, although crippled, body of a middle- mocking, monotonous voices. This is fear and
weight contender. Near him the trusted journalist, attraction of being swallowed.
confidant. He liked men near him with a large sense
of life. But most of the press were vultures VII
descending on the scene for curious America aplomb.
Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms. Inside the dream, button sleep around your body
like a glove. Free now of space and time. Free
It takes large murder to turn rocks in the shade and to dissolve in the streaming summer.
expose strange worms beneath. The lives of our
discontented madmen are revealed. Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night
At morning, awake dripping, gasping, eyes
stinging.

IV VIII

Camera, as all-seeing god, satisfies our longing for The eye looks vulgar
omniscience. To spy on others from this height and Inside its ugly shell.
angle: pedestrians pass in and out of our lens like rare Come out in the open
aquatic insects. In all of your Brilliance.

Yoga powers. To make oneself invisible or small. Nothing. The air outside
To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things. burns my eyes.
To change the course of nature. To place oneself I'll pull them out
anywhere in space or time. To summon the dead. and get rid of the burning.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of
events on other worlds, in one's deepest inner mind, IX
or in the minds of others.
Crisp hot whiteness
City Noon of the shrewdness of his own soul or one of
Occupants of plague zone his advisors'- a week's freedom for one convict
are consumed. in each of his prisons. The choice was left to the
prisoners themselves and it was determined in
(Santa Ana's are winds off deserts.) several ways. Sometimes by vote, sometimes by lot,
often by force. It was apparent that the chosen
Rip up grating and splash in gutters. must be a man of magic, virility, experience,
The search for water, moisture, perhaps narrative skill, a man of possibility, in
"wetness" of the actor, lover. short, a hero. Impossible situation at the
moment of freedom, impossible selection,
X defining our world in its percussions.

"Players"-the child, the actor, and the gambler.

The idea of chance is absent from the world of the XIV
child and primitive. The gambler also feels in
service of an alien power. Chance is a survival A room moves over a landscape, uprooting the mind,
of religion in the modern city, as is theater, astonishing vision. A gray film melts off the
more often cinema, the religion of possession. eyes, and runs down the cheeks. Farewell.

What sacrifice, at what price can the city be born? Modern life is a journey by car. The Passengers
change terribly in their reeking seats, or roam
from car to car, subject to unceasing transformation.
XI Inevitable progress is made toward the beginning
(there is no difference in terminals), as we
There are no longer "dancers", the possessed. slice through cities, whose ripped backsides present
The cleavage of men into actor and spectators a moving picture of windows, signs, streets,
is the central fact of our time. We are obsessed buildings. Sometimes other vessels, closed
with heroes who live for us and whom we punish. worlds, vacuums, travel along beside to move
If all the radios and televisions were deprived ahead or fall utterly behind.
of their sources of power, all books and paintings
burned tomorrow, all shows and cinemas closed,
all the arts of vicarious existence... XV

We are content with the "given" in sensation's Destroy roofs, walls, see in all the rooms at once.
quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad
body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes From the air we trapped gods, with the gods'
staring in the dark. omniscient gaze, but without their power to be
inside minds and cities as they fly above.

XII June 30th. On the sun roof. He woke up suddenly.

At that instant a jet from the air base crawled
Not one of the prisoners regained sexual balance. in silence overhead. On the beach, children try
Depressions, impotency, sleeplessness...erotic to leap into its swift shadow.
dispersion in languages, reading, games, music,
and gymnastics.

The prisoners built their own theater which XVI

testified to an incredible surfeit of leisure.
A young sailor, forced into female roles, soon The bird or insect that stumbles into a room
became the "town" darling, for by this time they and cannot find the window. Because they know
called themselves a town, and elected a mayor, no "windows"
police, aldermen.
Wasps, poised in the window,
XIII Excellent dancers,
detached, are not inclined
In old Russia, the Czar, each year, granted-out into our chamber.
 and concealment to make unknowing partner of
Room of withering mesh anyone
read love's vocabulary within his eye's range. This is his threat and
in the green lamp power.
of tumescent flesh.
There are no glass houses. The shades are drawn
XVII and "real" life begins. Some activities are impossible
in the open. And these secret events are the voyeur's
When men conceived buildings, game. He seeks them out with his myriad army of
and closed themselves in chambers, eyes- like the child's notion of a Diety who sees
first trees and caves. all. "Everything?" asks the child.
"Yes, everything," they answer, and the child
(Windows work two ways, is left to cope with this divine intrusion.
mirrors one way.)
The voyeur is masturbator, the mirror his badge,
You never walk through mirrors the window his prey.
or swim through windows.
XXII
XVIII
She said, "Your eyes are always black". The pupil
Cure blindness with a whore's spittle. opens to seize the object of vision.

In Rome, prostitutes were exhibited on roofs Imagery is born of loss. Loss of the"friendly
above the public highways for the dubious expanses". The breast is removed and the face
hygiene of loose tides of men whose potential imposes its cold, curious, forceful, and inscrutable
lust endangered the fragile order of power. presence.
It is even reported that patrician ladies, masked
and naked, sometimes offered themselves up to XXII
these deprived eyes for private excitements of
their own. You may enjoy life from afar. You may look at
things but not taste them. You may caress
XIX the mother only with the eyes.

More or less, we're all afflicted with the psychology You cannot touch these phantoms.
of the voyeur. Not in a strictly clinical or
criminal sense, but in our whole physical and XXIV
emotional
stance before the world. Whenever we seek to break French Deck. Solitary stroker of cards. He
this spell of passivity, our actions are cruel and dealt himself a hand. Turn stills of the past in
awkward and generally obscene, like an invalid who unending permutations, shuffle and begin. Sort
has forgotten how to walk. the images again. And sort them again. This
game reveals germs of truth, and death.
XX
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet
Urge to come to terms with the "Outside", by possibly finite, card game. Image combinations,
absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, permutations, comprise the world game.
you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden
where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe A mild possession, devoid of risk, at bottom
within the skull, to rival the real. sterile. With an image there is no attendant
danger.
XXI
XXV
The voyeur, the peeper, the Peeping Tom, is a dark
comedian. He is repulsive in his dark anonymity, Muybridge derived his animal subjects from the
in his secret invasion. He is pitifully alone. Philadelphia Zoological Garden, male performers
But, strangely, he is able through this same silence from the University. The women were professional
artists' models, also actrsses and dancers, only to the shadows.
parading nude before the 48 cameras.

Films are collections of dead pictures which are

given artificial insemination. XXX

XXIV Male genitals are small faces

forming trinities of thieves
Film spectators are quiet vampires. and Christs
Fathers, sons, and ghosts.
Cinema is most totalitarian of the arts. All
energy and sensation is sucked up into the skull, A nose hangs over a wall
a cerebral erection, skull bloated with blood. and two half eyes, sad eyes,
Caligula wished a single neck for all his subjects mute and handless, multiply
that he could behead a kingdom with one blow. an endless round of victories.
Cinema is this transforming agent. The body
exists for the sake of the eyes; it becomes a These dry and secret triumphs, fought
dry stalk to support these two soft insatiable in stalls and stamped in prisons,
jewels. glorify our walls
and scorch our vision.
XXVII
A horror of empty spaces
Film confers a kind of spurious eternity. propagates this seal on private places.

Each film depends upon all the others and drives XXXI
you on to others. Cinema was a novelty, a scientific
toy, until a sufficient body of works had been Kynaston's Bride
amassed, enough to create an intermittent other may not appear
world, a powerful, infinite mythology to be dipped but the odor of her flesh
into at will. is never very far.

Films have an illusion of timelessness fostered A drunken crowd knocked over the apparatus,
by their regular, indomitable appearance. and Mayhew's showman, exhibiting at Islington
Green, burned up, with his mate, inside.
XVII
XXXII
The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.
Robert Baker, an Edinburgh artist, while in jail
The modern East creates the greatest body of films. for debt, was struck by the effect of light shining
Cinema is a new form of an ancient tradition - the through the bars of his cell through a letter he
shadow play. Even their theater is an imitation was reading, and out of this perception he invented
of it. Born in India or China, the shadow show the first Panorama, a concave, transparent
was aligned with religious ritual, linked with picture view of the city.
celebrations which centered around cremation of the
dead. The invention was soon replace by the Diorama,
which added the illusion of movement by shifting
XXIX the room. Also sounds and novel lighting effects.
Daguerre's London Diorama still stands in Regent's
It is wrong to assume, as some have done, that Park, a rare survival, since these shows depended
cinema belongs to women. Cinema is created by always on effects of artificial light, produced
men for the consolation of men. by lamps or gas jets, and nearly always ended
in fire.
The shadow plays originally were restricted to
male audiences. Men could view these dream shows
from either side of the screen. When women later
began to be admitted, they were allowed to attend
XXXIII Through ventriloquism, gestures, play with objects,
and rare variations of the body in space,
Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles the shaman signaled his "trip" to an audience
without substance. They achieved complete which share the journey.
sensory experiences through noise, incense,
lightning, water. There may be a time when In the seance, the shaman led. A sensuous panic,
we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the deliberately evoked through drugs, chants, dancing,
sensation of rain. hurls the shaman into trance. Changed voice,
convulsive movement. He acts like a madman. These
XXXIV professional hysterics, chosen precisely for their
psychotic leaning, were once esteemed. They
In 1832, Gropius was astounding Paris with his mediated between man and spirit-world. Their mental
Pleorama. The audience was transformed into travels formed the crux of the religious life of
the crew aboard a ship engaged in battle. Fire, the tribe.
screaming, sailors, drowning.
XXXVIII
XXXV
Principle of seance: to cure illness. A mood
Cinema has evolved in two paths. might overtake a people burdened by hisorical
events or dying in a bad landscape. They seek
One is spectacle. Like the phantasmagoria, its deliverance from doom, death, dread. Seek
goal is the creation of a total substitute possession,
sensory world. the visit of gods and powers, a rewinning
of the life source from demon possessors. The
The other is peep show, which claims for its cure is culled from ecstasy. Cure illness or
realm both the erotic and the untampered prevent its visit, revive the sick, and regain
observance of real life, and imitates the keyhole or stolen, soul
voyeur's window without need of color, noise
grandeur. It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator
in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes.
XXXVI The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures
his existence.
Cinema discovers its fondest affinities, not
with painting, literature, or theater, but with XXXIX
the popular diversions- comics, chess, French,
and Tarot decks, magazines, and tattooing. The happening / the event in which ether is
introduced
Cinema derives not from painting, literature, into a roomful of people through air vents makes
sculpture, theater, but from ancient popular the chemical an actor. Its agent, or injector,
wizardry. It is the contemporary manifestation is an artist-showman who creates a performance
of an evolving history of shadows, a delight in to witness himself. The people consider themselves
pictures that move, a belief in magic. Its audience, while they perform for each other,
lineage is entwined from the earliest beginning and the gas acts out poems of its own through
with Priests and sorcery, a summoning of phantoms. the medium of the human body. This approaches
With, at first, only slight aid of the mirror and the psychology of the orgy while remaining in
fire, men called up dark and secret visits from the realm of the Game and its infinite permutations.
regions in the buried mind. In these seances,
shades are spirits which ward off evil. The aim of the happening is to cure boredom,
wash the eyes, make childlike reconnections
The spectator is a dying animal. with the stream of life. Its lowest, widest
aim is for purgation of perception. The happening
Invoke, palliate, drive away the Dead. Nightly. attempts to engage all the senses, the total
organism, and achieve total response in the face of
traditional arts which focus on narrower inlets
XXXVII of sensation.
XL
The camera is androgynous machine, a kind of
Multimedias are invariably sad comedies. They mechanical hermaphrodite.
work as a kind of colorful group therapy, a
woeful mating of actors and viewers, a mutual In his retort the alchemist repeats the work of
semimasturbation. The performers seem to need Nature.
their audience and the spectators- the spectators
would find these same mild titillations in a freak XLV
show or Fun Fair and fancier, more complete
amusements in a Mexican cathouse. Few would defend a small view of Alchemy as
"Mother
of Chemistry", and confuse its true goal with those
XLI external metal arts. Alchemy is an erotic science,
involved in buried aspects of reality, aimed
Novices, we watch the moves of silkworms who at purifying and transforming all being and matter.
excite Not to suggest that material operations are ever
their bodies in moist leaves and weave wet nests abandoned. The adept holds to both the mystical
of hair and skin. and physical work.

This is a model of our liquid resting world The alchemists detect in the sexual activity of
dissolving bone and melting marrow man a correspondence with the world's creation,
opening pores as wide as windows. with the growth of plants, and with mineral
formations. When they see the union of rain
The "stranger" was sensed as greatest menace and earth, they see it in an erotic sense, as
in ancient communities. copulation. And this extends to all natural
realms of matter. For they can picture love
XLII affairs of chemicals and stars, a romance
of stones, or the fertility of fire.
Metamorphose. An object is cut off fom its name,
habits, associations. Detached, it becomes only
the thing, in and of itself. When this disintegration XLVI
into pure existence is at last achieved, the object
is free to become endlessly anything. Stange, fertile correspondences the alchemists
sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between
The subject says "I see first lots of things men and planets, plants and gestures, words and
which dance...then everything becomes gradually weather. These disturbing connections: an infant's
connected". cry and the stroke of silk; the whorl
of an ear and an appearance of dogs in the yard;
a woman's head lowered in sleep and the morning
XLIII dance of cannibals; these are conjunctions which
transcend the sterile signal of any "willed"
Objects as they exist in time the clean eye and montage. These juxtapositions of objects, sounds,
camera give us. Not falsified by "seeing". actions, colors, weapons, wounds, and odors shine
in an unheard-of way, impossible ways.
When there are as yet no objects.
Film is nothing when not an illumination of
this chain of being which makes a needle poised
XLIV in flesh call up explosions in a foreign capitol.

Early film makers, who - like the alchemists - Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter,
delighted in a willful obscurity about their craft, which gives each thing its special divinity and
in order to withhold their skills from profane sees gods in all things and beings.
onlookers.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
Separate, purify, reunite. The formula of
Ars Magna, and its heir, the cinema.
XLVII the soul frees itself in stride.

Surround Emperor of Body. Turn mirrors to the wall

Bali Bali dancers in the house of the new dead.
Will not break my temple.
LOS SEÑORES
Explorers Notas sobre la Visión
suck eyes into the head. I

The rosy body cross Mira donde adoramos.

secret in flow
controls its flow. Todos nosotros vivimos en la ciudad.

Wrestlers La ciudad forma -a menudo físicamente, pero

in body weights dance inevitablemente psíquicamente- un circulo. Un juego.
and music, mimesis, body. Un anillo de muerte con el sexo en el centro.
Conduce hacia las afueras de los suburbios de la
Swimmers ciudad. En el limite descubre zonas de sofisticado
entertain embryo vicio y aburrimiento, prostitucion de menores. Pero
sweet dangerous thrust flow. en el mugriento anillo que rodea inmediatamente a la
zona comercial diurna existe la autentica vida
XLVIII multitudinaria de nuestro mundo, la única vida
callejera, la vida nocturna. Especimenes enfermos en
The Lords. Events take place beyond our knowledge hoteles de dólar, pensiones baratas, bares, casas de
or control. Our lives are lived for us. We can galerías moribundas que nunca mueren, en calles y
only try to enslave others. But gradually, special calles de cines abiertos toda la noche.
perceptions are being developed. The idea of the
"Lords" is beginning to form in some minds. We II
should enlist them into bands of perceivers to
tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal Cuando la diversión muere se convierte en el Juego.
appearances. The Lords have secret entrances, Cuando el sexo muere se convierte en el Clímax.
and they know disguises. But they give themselves
away in minor ways. Too much glint of light in Todos los juegos contienen la idea de muerte.
the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long and curious a
glance. III

The Lords appease us with images. They give us Baños, bares, la piscina cubierta. Nuestro jefe herido
books, concerts, galleries, shows, cinemas. tendido boca abajo sobre la sudorosa baldosa. Cloro
Especially the cinemas. Through art they confuse en su espiración y en su largo pelo. Ágil, aunque
us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns estropeado, cuerpo de un contendiente de peso medio.
our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted Junto a el el periodista leal, el confidente. Le gustaba
and indifferent. rodearse de hombres con gran sentido de la vida. Pero
la mayor parte de los periodistas eran buitres
XLIV descendiendo sobre el lugar en busca del curioso
aplomo de América. Cámaras dentro del ataúd
Dull lions prone on a watery beach. entrevistando a los gusanos.
The universe kneels at the swamp
to curiously eye its own raw Supone un gran horror girar piedras a la sombra y
postures of decay descubrir extraños gusanos debajo. Las vidas de
in the mirror of human consciousness. nuestros descontentos locos a la vista.

Absent and peopled mirror, absorbent, IV

passive to whatever visits
and retains its interest. La cámara, como el dios que todo lo ve, satisface
nuestro anhelo de omnisciencia. Espirar a otros desde
Door of passage to the other side, esta altura y ángulo: peatones entran y salen de
nuestro objetivo como raros insectos acuáticos. Dentro de su horrible concha
Sal a la luz
Poderes de yoga. Hacerse invisible o pequeño. En todo su Brillo.
Volverse gigantesco y alcanzar las cosas mas lejanas.
Cambiar el curso de la naturaleza. Poder ir a Nada. El aire exterior
cualquier lugar en el espacio o tiempo. Convocar a me quema los ojos.
los muertos. Intensificar los sentidos y percibir Me los arrancare
imágenes inaccesibles, de sucesos en otros mundos, y me librare del ardor.
en lo mas profundo de la mente de uno, o en las
mentes de otros. IX

El rifle del francotirador es una prolongación de su Blancura abrasante

ojo. La ciudad del Mediodía
Los habitantes de la zona de la plaga
Mata con injuriosa visión. son consumidos.

V (Los de Santa Ana son vientos del desierto.)

El asesino(?), huyendo, gravitaba con la inconsciente, Arranca la reja y chapotea en las cunetas. La
instintiva facilidad de un insecto, como una polilla, búsqueda de agua, humedad, "vaho" del actor,
hacia un lugar seguro, al abrigo de las calles amante.
hormigueantes. Rápidamente, fue devorado en el
cálido, oscuro, silencioso buche del teatro físico. X

Círculos modernos del Infierno: Oswald (?) asesina al "Jugadores" -el niño, el actor, y el tahúr. La idea del
Presidente. azar esta ausente del mundo de los niños y los
Oswald sube a un taxi. Oswald se detiene en una primitivos. El tahúr también se siente al servicio de
pensión. un extraño poder. El azar es un vestigio de la religión
Oswald baja del taxi. Oswald mata al Agente Tippitt. en la ciudad moderna, como es el teatro, mas
Oswald se quita la chaqueta. Oswald es capturado. frecuentemente el cine, la religión de la posesión.

Escapo en un cine. ¿A costa de que sacrifico, de que precio puede nacer

al ciudad?
VI
XI
En la matriz somos peces ciegos en una cueva.
Ya no hay "bailarines", los posesos.
Todo es vago y vertiginoso. La piel se hincha y ya no La división de los hombres en actor y espectadores es
hay distinción entre las partes del cuerpo. Un intruso el hecho central de nuestro tiempo. Estamos
sonido de amenazadoras, burlonas, monótonas voces. obsesionados por los héroes que viven por nosotros y
Es el miedo y la atracción de ser tragado. a los que castigamos. Si todas las radios y
televisiones fuesen privadas de sus fuentes de
energía, todos los libros y cuadros quemados mañana,
VII todos los espectáculos y cines cerrados, todas las
artes de delegada existencia...
Dentro del sueño, abotona la somnolencia alrededor
de tu cuerpo como un guante. Libre ahora del espacio Nos contentamos con lo "dado" en la búsqueda de
y tiempo. Libre para disolverte en el verano fluente. sensaciones. De un cuerpo loco bailando en las
colinas hemos sido metamorfoseados en un par de
El sueño es un sub-oceano, sumergido en cada noche. ojos mirando fijamente en la oscuridad.
Por la mañana, te despiertas chorreando, jadeante, los
ojos escocidos. XII

VIII Ni uno solo de los prisioneros recupero el equilibrio

sexual. Depresiones, impotencia, insomnio...
El ojo parece vulgar dispersión erótica en idiomas, lecturas, juegos,
música, y gimnasia. saltar sobre la veloz sombra.

Los prisioneros crearon su propio teatro que revelo XVI

un increíble exceso de ocio. Un joven marinero,
forzado a interpretar papeles femeninos, pronto se El pájaro o insecto que entra tropezando en una
convirtió en la querida de la "ciudad", pues por aquel habitación y no puede encontrar la ventana. Porque
entonces se consideraban una ciudad, y eligieron un no conocen "ventana".
alcalde, policía, concejales.
Avispas, suspendidas en la ventana,
XIII Excelentes bailarinas,
indiferentes, no se sienten inclinadas
En la antigua Rusia, el zar, cada año, concedía -por la a entrar en nuestra habitación.
perspicacia de su alma o la de uno de sus consejeros-
una semana de libertad a un convicto de cada una de Habitación de red marchita
sus prisiones. La elección se dejaba en manos de los lee el vocabulario
mismos prisioneros y se decía de distintas formas. A del amor en la verde lámpara
veces por votación, a veces por sorteo, a menudo por de la carne tumescente.
la fuerza. Era evidente que el elegido debía ser un
hombre de magia, virilidad, experiencia, tal vez de XVII
destreza narrativa, un hombre de posibilidades, en
definitiva, un héroe. Cuando los hombres concibieron los edificios, y se
Imposible situación en el momento de la libertad, encerraron en habitaciones,
imposible selección, definiendo nuestro mundo por primero árboles y cuevas.
sus percusiones.
(Las ventanas funcionan en dos sentidos, los espejos
XIV en uno.)

Una habitación avanza por un paisaje, desarraigando Nadie atraviesa un espejo andando
la mente, asombrosa visión. Una película gris derrite ni cruza a nado una ventana.
los ojos, y cae por las mejillas.
Adiós. XVIII

La vida moderna es un viaje en coche. Los Pasajeros Cura la ceguera con el esputo de una puta.
sufren terribles cambios en sus apestosos asientos, o
vagan de coche en coche, sujetos a la continua En Roma, las prostitutas eran exhibidas en los tejados
transformación. Opera en inevitable progreso hacia el sobre las vías publicas para la dudosa higiene de
principio (no hay diferencia en las estaciones imprecisas corrientes de hombres cuya lascivia
término), mientras hendimos las ciudades, cuyos potencial ponía en peligro el frágil orden del poder.
desgarrados traseros presentan una película de Incluso se cuenta que las damas de los patricios,
ventanas, señales, calles, edificios. A veces otras enmascaradas y desnudas, a veces se ofrecían a estos
naves, mundos cerrados, vacíos, viajan a nuestro lado frustrados ojos para su propia excitación privada.
para adelantarse o quedarse completamente atrás.

XV XIX

Destruye tejados, paredes, mira en todas las Mas o menos, todos sufrimos de la psicología del
habitaciones a la vez. voyeur. No en un sentido estrictamente clínico o
criminal, sino en toda nuestra actitud física y
En el aire atrapamos a dioses, con la mirada emocional ante el mundo. Cada vez que tratamos de
omnisciente de los dioses, pero sin el poder de romper este hechizo de pasividad, nuestras acciones
penetración en las mentes y las ciudades mientras las son crueles y torpes y generalmente obscenas, como
sobrevuelan. un invalido que ha olvidado como caminar.

30 de junio. En la terraza. Se despertó bruscamente.

En el instante un jet de la base aérea se arrastro en XX
silencio sobre el. En la playa, los niños tratan de
Insiste en llegar a un acuerdo con el "Exterior", aunque posiblemente finito, juego de cartas.
absorbiéndolo, interiorizándolo. Yo no saldré, tu Combinaciones de imágenes, permutaciones,
debes entrar en mi. En mi jardín-útero donde me comprenden el juego del mundo.
asomo. Donde puedo construir un universo dentro del
cráneo, para rivalizar con la realidad. Una leve posición, desprovista de riesgo, estéril en el
fondo. Con una imagen no hay peligro presente.
XXI
XXV
El voyeur, el mirón, el curioso, es un oscuro
comediante. Es repulsivo en su oscuro anonimato, en Muybridge obtuvo sus sujetos animales del Jardín
su secreta invasión. Esta lastimosamente solo. Pero, Zoológico de Filadelfia, actores masculinos de la
curiosamente, es capaz a través de este mismo Universidad. Las mujeres eran modelos de artistas
silencio y ocultación de convertir en ignorante pareja profesionales, también actrices y bailarinas,
a cualquiera al alcance de su vista. Esta es su desfilando desnudas ante las 48 cámaras.
amenaza y poder.
Las películas son colecciones de imágenes muertas a
No hay casas de cristal. Las persianas se bajan y la las que se ha inseminado artificialmente.
vida "real" empieza. Algunas actividades son
imposibles al aire libre. Y estos sucesos secretos son XXIV
el juego del voyeur. Los busca con su innumerable
ejercito de ojos -como la noción que tiene un niño de Los espectadores de cine son vampiros callados.
una Deidad que lo ve todo. "¿Todo?" pregunta el
niño. "Si, todas las cosas", le responden, y el niño El cine es el arte mas totalitario. Toda la energía y
tiene que arreglárselas solo con esa intrusión divina. sensación es absorbida en el cráneo, una erección
cerebral, el cráneo hinchado de sangre. Caligula
el voyeur es un masturbador, el espejo su insignia, la deseaba un solo cuello para todos sus súbditos de
ventana su presa. manera que pudiera decapitar el reino de un solo
golpe. El cine es este agente transformador. El cuerpo
existe por los ojos; se convierte en un tallo seco para
XXII sostener a estas dos blandas en insaciables joyas.

Ella dijo. "Tus ojos siempre son negros". La pupila se

abre para captar el objeto de la visión. XXVII

Las imágenes nacen de la perdida. La pérdida de las El cine confiere una especie de falsa eternidad.
"extensiones amigas". El pecho es extirpado y el
rostro impone su fría, curiosa, enérgica e inescrutable Cada película depende de todas las otras y te lleva
presencia. hasta las otras. El cine era una novedad, un juguete
científico, hasta que un numero suficiente de obras se
XXIII acumularon, las necesarias para crear otro mundo
intermitente, una poderosa, infinita mitología en la
Puedes disfrutar la vida de lejos. Puedes mirar las que sumergirse a voluntad.
cosas pero no probarlas. Puedes acariciar a la madre
solo con con los ojos. Las películas crean una ilusión de eternidad
favorecida por su regular, indómita aparición.
No puedes tocar estos fantasmas.
XVIII
XXIV
El encanto del cine esta en el miedo a la muerte.
La Baraja. Solitario acariciador de cartas. Se dio una
mano. Levanta fotos del pasado en interminables El Oriente moderno crea el mayor numero de
permutaciones, baraja y empieza. Clasifica las películas. El cine es una nueva forma de una antigua
imágenes otra vez. Y clasifícales otra vez. Este juego tradición -las sombras chinescas. Incluso su teatro es
revela gérmenes de verdad, y muerte. una imitación de ellas. Nacidas en India o China, las
sobras chinescas se representan junto al ritual
El mundo se convierte en un aparentemente infinito, religioso, unidas a las celebraciones centradas en la
incineración de los muertos. cóncavo, transparente,
de la ciudad.
XXIX
Este invento pronto fue sustituido por el Diorama que
Es erróneo suponer, como algunos han hecho, que el añadía la ilusión del movimiento desplazando la sala.
cine pertenezca a las mujeres. También sonidos y nuevos efectos de luz. El London
El cine es creado por los hombres para el consuelo de Diorama de Daguerre aun esta en el Regent´s Park,
los hombres. una curiosa reliquia, ya que estos espectáculos
dependían siempre de los efectos de la luz artificial,
Las sombras chinescas originalmente estaban producidos por lámparas o llamas de gas, y casi
reservadas al publico masculino. Los hombres podían siempre acababan en incendio.
ver este espectáculo ilusorio desde cualquier lado de
las pantalla. Cuando mas tarde las mujeres XXXIII
empezaron a ser admitidas, solo se les permitió que
prestaran atención a las sombras. Fantasmagoria, espectáculos de linterna mágica,
espectáculos sin sustancia. Llevaron a cabo
XXX experiencias sensoriales completas mediante el ruido,
el incienso, la iluminación, el agua. Quizá llegue el
Los genitales masculinos son pequeños rostros día en que asistamos a los Teatros del Tiempo para
formando trinidades de ladrones recordar la sensación de la lluvia.
y Cristos
Padres, hijos, y espíritus. XXXIV

Una nariz cuelga de una pared En 1832, Gropius asombraba a Paris con su
y dos medios ojos, tristes ojos, Pleorama. El publico se había transformado en la
mudos y mancos, multiplican tripulación de un barco que libraba una batalla.
un infinito circulo de victorias. Fuego, gritos, marineros, ahogados.

Estos triunfos secos y secretos, combatidos XXXV

en establos y sellados en prisiones,
glorifican nuestras paredes El cine ha evolucionado en dos caminos.
y queman nuestra visión.
Uno es el espectáculo. Como la Fantasmagoria, su
Un horror de espacios vacíos propaga este sello objetivo es la creación de un mundo sensorial
lugares privados. totalmente sustituto.

XXXI El otro es el espectáculo sicalíptico, que pretende

para su reino tanto la erótica como la natural
La novia de Kynaston observancia de la vida real, e imita el ojo de la
quizá no aparezca cerradura o la ventana del voyeur sin necesidad de
pero el olor de su carne color, ruido, grandiosidad.
nunca esta muy lejos.
XXXVI
Una multitud borracha derribo el aparato, y el
presentador de Mayhew, actuando en Islington El cine descubre sus mas fervorosas afinidades, no
Green, se abraso, con su compañera, dentro. con la pintura, la literatura, o el teatro, sino con las
diversiones populares -los comics, el ajedrez, la
XXXII baraja y el Tarot, las revistas, y el tatuaje.

Robert Baker, un artista de Edimburgo, estando en la El cine no deriva de la pintura, la literatura, la

cárcel escultura, el teatro, sino de la antigua magia popular.
por deudas, se sintió impresionado por el efecto de la Es la manifestación contemporánea de una historia
luz brillando a través de los barrotes de su celda sobre evolutiva de sombras, un encanto de las imágenes en
una carta movimiento, una creencia en la magia. Su linaje esta
que estaba leyendo, y a partir de esta percepción entrelazado desde su mas remoto origen con los
invento el primer Panorama, un cuadro paisajístico Sacerdotes y la brujería, una invocación a los
fantasmas. Al principio, solo con la ligera ayuda del reino del Juego y sus infinitas permutaciones.
espejo y del fuego, los hombres hacían surgir oscuras
y secretas visitas de las regiones de una mente El propósito del happening es curar el aburrimiento,
enterrada. En estas sesiones, las sombras son espíritus lavar los ojos, hacer reconexiones infantiles con la
que apartan el mal. fuente de la vida. Su mas profundo y vasto propósito
es la purgación de la percepción. El happening trata
El espectador es un animal moribundo. de atraer a todos los sentidos, al conjunto del
organismo, y lograr una reacción total frente a las
Invoca, mitiga, ahuyenta a los Muertos. De noche. artes tradicionales que se centran en las ensenadas
mas estrechas de la sensación.
XXXVII

Por medio de la ventriloquia, los gestos, el juego con XL

objetos, y todas las extrañas variaciones del cuerpo
en el espacio, el chaman hacia señales de su "viaje" a Los multimedia son invariablemente comedias tristes.
un publico que compartía la experiencia. Funcionan como una especie de animada terapia de
grupo, una lamentable unión de actores y
El chaman dirigía la sesión. Un pánico sensual, espectadores, una mutua semimasturbacion. Los
deliberadamente evocado por drogas, cánticos, bailes, actores parecen necesitar a su publico y los
lanza al chaman hasta el trance. La voz cambiada, espectadores -los espectadores encontrarían la misma
movimiento convulsivo. Actúa como un loco. Estos leve excitación en un espectáculo de monstruos o en
profesionales histéricos, escogidos precisamente por un Parque de Atracciones y mas imaginativas, mas
su inclinación psicópata, fueron apreciados en otro complejas diversiones en un burdel mejicano.
tiempo. Mediaban entre el hombre y el mundo del
espíritu. Sus viajes mentales establecían el punto XLI
crucial de la vida religiosa de la tribu.
Novatos, miramos los movimientos de los gusanos de
XXXVIII seda que excitan sus cuerpos en hojas mojadas y tejen
húmedos nidos de pelo y miel.
Principio de la sesión: curar la enfermedad. Un
estado de animo podía apoderarse de un pueblo Este es un modelo de nuestro liquido mundo en
agobiado por acontecimientos históricos o muriendo reposo disolviendo el hueso y derritiendo la medula
en un viciado paisaje. Tratan de liberarse del destino, abriendo poros tan grandes como ventanas.
la muerte, el terror. Buscan la posesión, la visita de
los dioses y los poderes, una reconquista de la fuente El "extranjero" era considerado la mayor amenaza en
de la vida en manos de los poseedores demoníacos. las comunidades antiguas.
La curación no se entresacaba del éxtasis. Curan la
enfermedad o evitan su aparición, restablecen a los XLII
enfermos, y recuperan el alma, robada.
Metamorfosis. Un objeto es aislado de sus nombre,
Es erróneo suponer que el arte necesita al espectador hábitos, asociaciones. Separado, se convierte solo en
para ser. La película sigue girando sin los ojos. El la cosa, en y por ella misma. Cuando esta
espectador no puede existir sin ella. Asegura su desintegración en la pura existencia es alcanzada al
existencia. final, El objeto es libre de convertirse sin fin en
cualquier cosa.
XXXIX
El paciente dice "Primero veo un montón de cosas
El happening/el suceso en el que el éter es que bailan... después todo se va conectando
introducido en una sala llena de gente a través de los gradualmente".
conductos de aire hace de la sustancia química un
actor. Su agente, o inyector, es un showman-artista XLIII
que crea una interpretación para ser espectador de si
mismo. La gente se cree el publico, mientras actúan Los objetivos mientras existen en el tiempo el ojo
unos para otros, y el gas interpreta sus propios puro y la cámara nos dan.
poemas por medio del cuerpo humano. Esto acerca la No falsificados por el "ver".
psicología de la orgía mientras no se abandone el
Cuando aun no existen los objetos. El cine no es nada si no es una iluminación de esta
cadena del ser que hace que una aguja colgada de la
XLIV carne provoque explosiones en una capital extranjera.

Los primeros cineastas, que -como los alquimistas- El cine nos devuelve al anima, la religión de la
disfrutaban con la deliberada oscuridad sobre su arte, materia, que da a casa su divinidad especial y ve
para ocultar sus habilidades a los mirones profanos. dioses en todas las cosas y seres.

Separa, purifica, reúne. La formula del Ars Magna, y El cine, heredero de la alquimia, lo ultimo de una
su heredero, el cine. ciencia erótica.

La cámara es una maquina andrógina, una especie de XLVII

hermafrodita mecánico.
Rodean al Emperador del Cuerpo.
En su retorta el alquimista repite la obra de la Los bailarines de Bali Bali
Naturaleza. No destrozaran mi templo.

Los explotadores absorben los ojos hasta el interior

XLV de la cabeza.

Pocos defenderían una pequeña opinión de la La cruz del cuerpo rosado

Alquimia como "Madre de la Química", y secreta en flujo
confundirían su verdadero propósito con aquellas controla su flujo.
artes externas de los metales. La Alquimias es una Los luchadores
ciencia erótica, implicada en los aspectos enterrados del peso del cuerpo bailan
de la realidad, dirigida a purificar y transformar todo y música, mimetismo, cuerpo.
ser y materia. Lo cual no supone que las operaciones Los nadadores
materiales se dejen de lado. El adepto se mantiene entretienen al embrión
fiel tanto al trabajo místico como al físico. dulce y peligroso flujo empujado.

Los alquimistas perciben en la actividad sexual del

hombre una correspondencia con la creación del
mundo, con el desarrollo de las plantas, y con las XLVIII
formaciones minerales. Cuando ven la unión de la
lluvia y la tierra, ven en ello un sentido erótico, como Los señores. Sucesos tienen lugar mas allá de nuestro
la copulación. Y esto se extiende a todos los reinos conocimiento o control. Nuestras vidas son vividas
naturales de la materia. Porque pueden imaginarse por nosotros. Solo podemos tratar de esclavizar a
historias de amor entre las sustancias químicas y las otros. Pero gradualmente, las percepciones especiales
estrellas, un romance entre las piedras, o la fertilidad se desarrollan. La idea de los "Señores" empieza a
del fuego. formarse en algunas mentes. Debemos alistarlas en
bandas de perceptores para recorrer el laberinto
XLVI durante sus misteriosas apariciones nocturnas. Los
Señores tienen entradas secretas, y conocen disfraces.
Extrañas, fértiles correspondencias los alquimistas Pero se traicionan a si mismos en nimios detalles.
percibían en inverosímiles ordenes del ser. Entre Demasiado destello de luz en los ojos. Un gesto
hombres y planetas, plantas y gestos, palabras y el equivocado. Una mirada demasiado larga y curiosa.
tiempo. Estas inquietantes conexiones: el grito de un
niño y el roce de la seda; la espira de una oreja y la Los Señores nos apaciguan con imágenes. Nos dan
aparición de perros en el patio; la cabeza baja de una libros, conciertos, galerías, espectáculos, cines.
mujer durante el sueño y la danza matinal de los Especialmente cines. A través del arte nos confunden
caníbales; estas son conjunciones que trascienden la y nos ciegan a nuestra esclavitud. El arte adorna las
estéril señal de cualquier montaje "voluntario". Estas paredes de nuestra prisión, nos mantienen en silencio,
yuxtaposiciones de objetos, sonidos, acciones, distraídos en indiferentes.
colores, armas, heridas, y olores brillan de manera
inaudita, imposibles maneras. XLIV
Lerdos leones postrados en una húmeda playa. Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress.
El universo se arrodilla junto al pantano Do you want us that way w/the rest?
para mirar con curiosidad sus toscas Do you adore us?
posturas de decadencia When you return will you
en el espejo de la conciencia humana. still want to play w/us?

Ausente y poblado espejo, absorbente V

pasivo ante cualquier cosa que lo visite y mantenga
su interés. Fall down.
Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.
La puerta de paso al otro lado, el alma se libera de Their shirts are soft marrying
una zancada. cloth and hair together.
All along their arms ornaments
Girad los espejos contra la pared en la casa de los conceal veins bluer than blood
nuevos muertos. pretending welcome.
THE NEW CREATURES Soft lizard eyes connect.
I Their soft drained insect cries erect
new fear, where fears reign.
Snakeskin jacket The rustling of sex against their skin.
Indian eyes The wind withdraws all sound.
Brilliant hair Stamp your witness on the punished ground.

He moves in disturbed VI
Nile insect
Air Wounds, stags, & arrows
Hooded flashing legs plunge
II near the tranquil women.
Startling obedience fom the pool people.
You parade thru the soft summer Astonishing caves to plunder.
We watch your eager rifle decay Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.
Your wilderness Boys are running.
Your teeming emptiness Girls are screaming, falling.
Pale forest on verge of light The air is thick w/smoke.
decline. Dead crackling wires dance pools
of sea blood.
More of your miracles
More of your magic arms VII

III Lizard woman

w/your insect eyes
Bitter grazing in sick pastures w/your wild surprise.
Animal sadness & the daybed Warm daughter of silence.
Whipping. Venom.
Iron curtains pried open. Turn your back w/a slither of moaning wisdom.
The elaborate sun implies The unblinking blind eyes
dust, knives, voices. behind walls new histories rise
and wake growling & whining
Call out of the Wilderness the weird dawn of dreams.
Call out of fever, receiving Dogs lie sleeping.
the wet dreams of an Aztec King. The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.
IV A forest.
A rustle of cut words, choking
The banks are high and overgrown river.
rich w/warm green danger.
Unlock the canals.
VIII the animal worm whose earth
is an ocean, whose eye is its body.
The snake, the lizard, the insect eye
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick, in raw time, serving XII
stealth & slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber. The City: Hive, Web, or severed
insect mound. All citizens heirs
Now for the valley. of the same royal parent.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies The caged beast, the holy center,
behind the skull bone. a garden in the midst of the city.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast "See Naples & die".
& red-stained throat. Jump ship. Rats, sailors
The hounds gloat. & death.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back So many wild pigeons.
to the boat. Animals ripe w/new diseases.
"There is only one disease
IX and I am its catalyst",
cried doomed pride of the carrier.
A pair of Wings
Crash Fighting, dancing, gambling,
High winds of Karma bars, cinemas thrive
in the avid summer.
Sirens

Laughter & young voices XII

in the mts.
The theory is that birth is prompted
X by the child's desire to leave the womb.
But in the photograph an unborn horse's
Saints neck strains inward w/legs scooped out.
the Negro, Africa
Tattoo From this everything follows:
eyes like time
Swallow milk at the breast
XI until there's no milk.

Build temporary habitations, games Squeeze wealth at the rim

& chambers, play there, hide. until tile pools claim it.

First man stood, shifting stance He swallows seed, his pride

while germs of sight until w/pale mouth legs
unfurl'd Flags in his skull she sucks the root, dreading
world to devour child.
and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl'd, in Doesn't the ground swallow me
the warm aquarium, warm when I die, or the sea
wheel turning. if I die at sea?

Cave fish, eels, & gray salamanders

turn in their night career of sleep.
XIV
The idea of vision escapes
Savage destin "Don't go"
He flees.
Naked girl, seen from behind, Music renews.

on a natural road The mating-pit.

"Salvation"
Friends Tempted to leap in circle.
explore the labyrinth
Negroes riot.
-Movie
young woman left on the desert XVII

A city gone mad w/fever Fear the Lords who are secret among us
The Lords are with in us
XV Born of sloth & cowardice.

Sisters of the unicorn, dance He spoke to me. He frightened

Sisters & brothers of Pyramid me with laugther. He took
Dance my hand, & led me past
silence into cool whispered
Mangled hands Bells.
Tales of the Old Days
Discovery of the Sacred Pool
changes XIX
Mute-handed stillness baby cry
A file of young people
The wild dog going thru a small woods.
The sacred beast
They are filming something
Find her! in the street, in front of
our house.

XVI XX

He goes to see the girl Walking to the riot

of the ghetto. Spreads to the houses
Dark savage streets. the lawns
A hut, lighted by candle. suddenly alive now
She is magician w/people
Female prophet running
Sorceress
Dressed in the past XXI
All arrayed.
I don't dig what they did
The stars to that girl
The moon Mercy pack
She reads the future Wild song they sing
in your hand. As they chop her hands
Nailed to a ghost
XVII Tree

The walls are garish red I saw a lynching

The stairs Met the strange men
High discordant screaming of the southern swamp
She has the tokens. Cypress was their talk
"You too" Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs evil
out of all knowing Leave!No come here
They chanced to be there Leave her!
Guides, to the white
gods. A creature is nursing
its child
XXII soft arms around
the head & neck
Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans. a mouth to connect
We reap bloody crops on war fields. leave this child alone
No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies. This one is mine
Hunger drives us on scented winds. I'm taking her home
Stranger, traveler, Back to the rain
peer into our eyes & translate
the horrible barking of ancient dogs.
XXVI
Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar. The assassin's bullet
Hordes crawl & seep inside Marries the King
the walls. The streets Dissembling miles of air
flow stone. Life goes To kiss the crown.
on absorbing war. Violence The Prince rambles in blood.
kills the temple of no sex. Ode to the neck
That was groomed
For rape's gown.

XXVII
XXII
Cancer city
An armed camp. Urban fall
Army army Summer sadness
burning itself in The highways of the old town
feasts. Ghosts in cars
Electric shadows
XXIV
Ensenada
Terrible shouts start the dead seal
the journey the dog crucifix
-if they had migrated sooner ghosts of the dead car sun.
-a high wailing keening Stop the car.
piercing animal lament Rain. Night.
from a woman Feel.
high atop a Mt. tower
XXVIII
-Thin wire fence
in the mind Sea-bird sea-moan
dividing the heart Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
XXIV Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
Surreptitiously To the Chinese caves
They smile Home of the winds
Inviting-Smiling The gods of mourning

Choktai The city sleeps

leave! & the unhappy children
roam w/ animal gangs. Now the soft parade
They seem to speak has soon begun.
to their friends Cool pools
the dogs from a tired land
who teach them trails. sink now
Who can catch them? in the peace of evening.
Who can make them come Clouds weaken
inside? & die.
The sun, an orange skull,
XXIX whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone.
The tent girl
at midnight There they are
stole to the well watching
& met her lover there us everything
They talked a while will be dark.
& laughed The light changed.
& then he left We were aware
She put an orange pillow knee-deep in the fluttering air
on her breast as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
In the morning Trench mouth
Chief w/drew his troops again in the camps.
& planned a map Gonorrhea
The horsemen rose on up Tell the girl to go home
The women fixed the ropes We need a witness
on tight to the killing.
The tents are folded now
We march toward the sea. XXXII

XXX The artists of Hell

set up easels in parks
Catalog of horrors the terrible landscape,
Descriptions of Natural disaster where citizens find anxious pleasure
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor preyed upon by savage bands of youths
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
XXXI & backing away
teeth grinning
The soft parade has now begun hair raised, growling, here in
on Sunset. the slaughtered wind
Cars come thundering down
the canyon. I am ghost killer.
Now is the time & the place. witnessing to all
The cars come rumbling. my blessed sanction
"You got a cool machine".
These engine beasts This is it
muttering their soft no more fun
talk. A delight the death of all joy
at night has come.
to hear their quiet voices
again Do you dare
after 2 years. deny my
potency
my kindness razor blades beads
or forgiveness? liquid insects hammers
Just try & thin nails the feet of
you will fry birds eagle feathers & claws
like the rest machine parts chrome
in holiness teeth hair shards of pottery & skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
And not for a a lake the gleaming
penny beer cans & rust & sable
will I spare menstrual fur
any time
for you Dance naked on broken
Ghost children bones feet bleed & stain
down there glass cuts cover your mind
in the frightening world & the dry end of vacuum
boat while the people
You are alone drop lines in still pools
& have no need of other & pull ancient trout
you & the child mother from the deep home. Scales
who bore you crusted & gleaming green
who weaned you A knife was stolen. A
who made you man valuable hunting knife
By some strange boys
XXXIII from the other camp across
the Lake
Photo-booth killer
fragile bandit Are these our friends
straight from ambush racing & shuddering
thru the calm vales of parliament
Kill me!
Kill the child who made My son will not die in the war
Thee. He will return
Kill the thought-provoking numbed peasant voice of Orient
senator of lust fisherman
who brought you to this state.
Last time you said
Kill hate this was the only way
disease voice of tender young girl
warfare
sadness Running & speaking
infected green
Kill badness jungles
Kill madness
consult the oracle
Kill photo mother murder tree bitter creek
Kill me. crawl
Kill yourself they exist on rainwater
Kill the little blind elf.
monkey-love
The beautiful monster mantra mate
vomits a stream of watches maker of brandy
clocks jewels knives silver
coins & copper blood The poison isles
The poison
The well of time & trouble
whiskey bottles perfume Take this thin granule
of evil snakeroot the monitors are silenced
from the southern the great graveled guard-towers
shore sicken on the westward beach
so tired of watching
way out miracle
will find thee if only one horse were left
to ride thru the waste
The chopper blazed over a dog at his side
inward click & sure to sniff meat-maids
blasted matter, made chained on the public poles
the time bombs free
of leprous lands there is no more argument
spotted w/ hunger in beds, at night
& clinging to law blackness is burned
Stare into the parlors of town
Please where a woman dances
show us your ragged head in her European gown
& silted smiling eyes to the great waltzes
calm in fire this could be fun
a silky flowered shirt to rule a wasteland
edging the eyes, alive
spidery, distant
dial lies XXXV

come, calm one Cherry palms

into the life-try Terrible shores
& more
already wifelike & many more
latent, leathery, loose
lawless, large & languid This we know
She was a kindom-cry that all are free
legion of lewd marching in the school-made
mind-men text of the unforgiven

Where are your manners deceit smiles

out there on the sunlit incredible hardships are suffered
desert by those barely able
boundless glaxies of dust to endure
cactus spines, beads
bleach stones, bottles but all will pass
& rust cars, stored for shaping lie down in green grass
& smile, & muse, & gaze
The new man, time-soldier upon her smooth
picked his way narrowly resemblance
thru the crowded ruins to the mating-Queen
of once grave city, gone who it seems
comic now w/ rats is in love
& insects of refuge w/the horseman

He lives in cars now, isn't that fragrant

goes fruitless thru Sir, isn't that knowing
the frozen schools w/a wayward careless
& finds no space backward glance
in shades of
obedience
24 julio, 1968 A lo largo de sus brazos los adornos
Los Angeles, Estados Unidos, Hawai ocultan venas mas azules que la sangre
simulando dar la bienvenida.
LAS NUEVAS CRIATURAS Dulces ojos de lagarto conectan.
I Sus débiles gritos de insectos desecados erigen
un nuevo miedo, donde los miedos reinan.
Chaqueta de piel de serpiente El crujido del sexo contra su piel.
Ojos indios El viento se lleva todo sonido.
Pelo Brillante Aplasta tu prueba en la tierra maltratada.

Entra agitado VI
Insecot del Nilo
Aire Heridas, ciervos y flechas
Encapuchadas piernas brillantes se hunden
II junto a las tranquilas mujeres.
Sorprendente obediencia de la gente de los billares.
Te paseas baja el suave verano Asombrosas cuevas que saquear.
Vemos como se descompone tu ávido Fláccidos, sosos ballets de pillaje.
Tu soledad Los chicos corren.
Tu rebosante vacío Las chicas gritan, y caen.
Pálidos bosques al borde de la luz El aire esta cargado de humo.
decaen. Desconectados cables crepitantes bailan en charcos
de sangre marina.
Mas milagros
Mas armas mágicas VII

III Mujer lagarto

con tus ojos de insecto
Amargo alimento en pastos nauseabundos con tu salvaje sorpresa.
Tristeza animal y la paliza Cálida hija del silencio.
Del diván. Veneno.
Cortinas de hierro forzadas Date la vuelta con un deslizamiento de quejosa
El detallado sol supone sabiduría.
polvo, navajas, voces. Los imperturbables ojos ciegos
tras los muros nuevas historias se alzan
La llamada del Desierto y despiertan gruñendo y gimoteando
La llamada de la fiebre, acogiendo las misteriosa alba de los sueños.
los sueños húmedos de un Rey azteca. Los perros duermen.
El lobo aúlla.
IV Una criatura sobrevive a la guerra.
Un bosque.
Las orillas están altas y cubiertas de hierba Un susurro de palabras cortadas, río
ricas de cálido peligro y verde. obstruyente.
Abre los canales.
Castiga el dolor del compañero de nuestra hermana VIII
¿Nos queréis así como los demás?
¿Nos adoras? La serpiente, el lagarto, el ojo del insecto
Cuando vuelvas ¿querrás la verde obediencia del cazador.
jugar con nosotros? Rápido, en el tiempo puro, al servicio
del sigilo y la somnolencia,
V reduciendo cálidos bosques en inquieta madera

Caen. Ahora el valle.

Extraños dioses llegan en rápidas posturas enemigas Ahora el pelo de almíbar.
Sus camisas son suaves casando Apuñalando los ojos, ensanchando cielos
tela y pelo juntos tras el hueso de la calavera.
Rápido fin de la caza. un jardín en medio de la ciudad.
Abraza el hinchado pecho desgarrado
y la garganta manchada de rojo. "Ver Nápoles y morir".
Los perros se recrean. Deserta del buque. Ratas, marineros
Llévala a casa. y muerte
Lleva el cuerpo de nuestra hermana, de vuelta al
barco. Tantas palomas salvajes.
Animales a punto con nuevas enfermedades.
IX "Solo hay una enfermedad
y yo soy su catalizador",
Un par de Alas gritó el condenado orgullo del portador.
Se estrellan
Altos vientos del Karma Combates, bailes, salas de juego,
bares, cines crecen
Sirenas en el ávido verano.

Risas y jóvenes voces XIII

en las montañas.
La teoría dice que el nacimiento es provocado
X por el deseo del niño de abandonar la matriz.
Pero en la fotografía vemos el cuello de un feto de
Santos caballo
el negro, África estirándose hacia dentro con las patas fuera.
Tatuaje
ojos como el tiempo. De ello resulta:

XI Traga la leche del pecho

hasta que ya no quede leche.
Construye habitaciones temporales, juegos
y aposentos, juega ahí, escóndete. Exprime la abundancia al máximo
hasta que la fuente la reclame.
El primer hombre se pudo de pie, cambiando de
postura Se traga la simiente, su orgullo
mientras los gérmenes de la vista hasta que con pálidas piernas como boca
desplegaban Banderas en su cráneo
ella absorbe la raíz, temiendo
y apretando el paso, pelo, uñas, piel que el mundo devore al niño.
giraban lentamente, arremolinados, en
el cálido acuario, cálida ¿No me traga la tierra
rueda giratoria. cuando muera, o el mar
si muriese en el mar?
Peces de cuevas, anguilas, y grises salamandras
dan vueltas en su carrera nocturna del sueño. XIV

La idea de la visión escapa Salvaje destino

al gusano animal cuya tierra
es un océano, cuyo ojo es su cuerpo. Chica desnuda, vista por detrás,

XII en un camino natural

La Ciudad. Colmena. Telaraña, o montículo Amigos

de insectos seccionado. Todos los ciudadanos exploran el laberinto
herederos
del mismo linaje real. Película
joven mujer abandonada en el desierto
La bestia enjaulada, el sagrado centro,
Una ciudad enloquecida por la fiebre Teme a los Señores que son un secreto entre
nosotros.
XV Los señores están dentro de nosotros.
Nacidos de la pereza y la cobardía.
Hermanas del unicornio, bailad
Hermanas y hermanos de la Pirámide Me habló. Me asustó
Bailad con su risa. Cogió
mi mano, y me llevó mas allá
Manos destrozadas del silencio hasta las tranquilas Campanas
Historias de los Viejos Tiempos susurradas.
Descubrimiento del Estanque Sagrado
cambios XIX

El grito de la nena de la quietud de manos mudas Una fila de jóvenes

atravesando un pequeño bosque
El perro salvaje
La bestia sagrada Están filmando algo
en la calle, enfrente de
¡Encontradla! nuestra casa.

XVI XX

Ver a la chica Caminando hacia el motín

del gueto. Que se extiende hasta las casas
Oscuras calles salvajes. los céspedes
Una cabaña, iluminada con velas. de repente estoy vivo
Es una hechicera con gente
Profeta hembra corriendo
Buja
Vestida del pasado XXI
Completamente ataviada.
No me gusta lo que le hicieron
Las estrellas a esa chica
La luna La jauría de la Misericordia
Ella lee el futuro Salvaje canción cantan
en tu mano. Mientras le cortan las manos
Clavadas a un árbol
XVII Fantasma

Las paredes son de un rojo chillón Vi un linchamiento

La escalera Conocí a los extraños hombres
Muy llamativa y discordante. de los pantanos del sur
Ha visto las señales. Los cipreses eran su conversación
"Tu también" El reclamo de los peces y el canto de los pájaros
"No vayas" Raíces y señales
El sale huyendo totalmente desconocidas
La música se renueva. Casualmente estaban allí
Guías, para los dioses
El pozo de la unión. blancos.
"Salvación"
Tentado a saltar en el circulo. XXII

Los negros se amotinan. Chacal, seguimos el rastro de los supervivientes de

las caravanas.
XVIII Recogemos las cosechas sangrientas de los campos
de batalla.
De la carne de ningún cadáver se privan nuestros Me la llevo a casa
flacos vientres. De vuelta a la lluvia
El hambre nos lleva hasta fragantes vientos.
Forastero, viajero, XXVI
mira fijamente nuestros ojos y traduce
el horrible ladrido de los antiguos perros. La bala del asesino
Se casa con el Rey
Caravanas de camellos dan fe Disimulando millas de aire
de las armas del Cesar. Para besar la corona.
Hordas se arrastran y se filtran en El Príncipe se tambalea en sangre.
las paredes. Las calles Oda al cuello
manan piedra. La vida sigue Que fue acicalado
absorbiendo la guerra. La violencia Como vestido de la violación.
destruye el tempo del no-sexo.
XXVII
XXIII
Ciudad del cáncer
Un campamento armado. Declive urbano
Ejercito ejercito Tristeza veraniega
consumiéndose en Las autopistas de la vieja ciudad
festines. Fantasmas en coches
Sombras eléctricas
XXIV
Ensenada
Terribles gritos inician la foca muerta
el viaje el crucifijo del perro
Si hubieran emigrado antes espíritus de los muertos coche sol.
alto quejumbroso agudo Para el coche.
desgarrador lamento animal Lluvia. Noche.
de una mujer Siente.
en lo alto de la torre de una Montaña
XXVIII
Fina alambrada
en la mente Ave marina gemido marino
dividiendo el corazón Terremoto murmurante
Incienso de rápido consumo
XXIV Clamor indignado
Carretera sinuosa
Subrepticiamente Hasta las cuevas chinas
Sonríen El hogar de los vientos
Tentadoras-Risueñas Los dioses del luto

Choktai La ciudad duerme

¡fuera! y los niños desdichados
mal rondan con las cuadrillas de animales.
¡fuera! Parecen hablar
No venir aquí con sus amigos
¡Déjala! los perros
que les enseñan huellas.
Una criatura esta amamantando ¿Quien puede cogerlos?
a su hija ¿Quien puede hacerlos
dulces brazos alrededor entrar?
de la cabeza y del cuello
una boca con la que conectar XXIX
deja en paz a esa niña
Es mía La chica de la tienda
a medianoche
se deslizo hasta el pozo Ahí están mirándonos
y se encontró con su amante todo
Hablaron un rato oscurecerá.
y rieron La luz ha cambiado.
después el se fue Éramos conscientes
Ella puso una almohada naranja con las rodillas hundidas en el aire ondulante
sobre su pecho mientras los barcos arrastran
trenes en su estela.
Por la mañana Infección bucal
El Jefe retiro sus tropas de nuevo en los campos.
y trazo un mapa Gonorrea
Los jinetes se levantaron Dile a la chica que se vaya a casa
Las mujeres tensaron Necesitamos un testigo
las cuerdas para el asesinato.
Ahora las tiendas están plegadas
Marchamos hacia el mar XXXII

XXX Los artistas del Infierno

montan sus caballetes en los parques
Catalogo de Horrores el terrible paisaje,
Descripciones del desastre Natural donde los ciudadanos ven como el ansioso placer
Listas de milagros en el pasillo divino es atacado por salvajes bandas de jóvenes
Catalogo de peces en el canal divino
Catalogo de objetos en la habitación No puedo creer lo que esta pasando
Lista de cosas en el río sagrado No puedo creer que toda esta gente
se olfateen unos a otros
XXXI y retrocedan
enseñando los dientes
El blando desfile ya ha empezado los pelos de punta, gruñendo, aquí en
en Sunset el viento asesinado.
Los coches bajan retumbando por
el cañón. Soy un asesino fantasma
Es la hora y el lugar. presenciando toda
Los coches ruedan con gran estrépito. mi bendita sanción
"Tienes un coche muy guapo".
Estas bestias motorizadas Así es
murmurando su suave se acabo la diversión
conversación. Un placer la muerte de toda alegría
por la noche ha llegado.
oír sus tranquilas voces
de nuevo ¿Te atreves
después de dos años. a negar mi
potencia
El blando desfile mi bondad
ha empezado pronto. o perdón?
Tranquilos estanques Inténtalo
de una tierra cansada te freiras
se hunden ahora como los demás
en la paz de la noche. en la sanidad

Las nubes desfallecen Y ni por un

y mueren centavo
El sol, una calavera naranja, tendré
susurra en silencio, se convierte en una tiempo
isla, y desaparece. para vosotros
Niños fantasmas Baila desnudo sobre huesos
ahí abajo rotos los pies sangran y manchan
en el espantoso mundo cortes de cristal cubren tu mente
y el seco final de la barca
Estas solo del vació mientras la gente
y no necesitas a otro lanza hilos en tranquilos estanques
tú y la madre niña y arranca a la antigua trucha
que te dio a luz del profundo hogar. Escamas
que te destetó encontradas de un verde brillante.
que te hizo hombre Un cuchillo fue robado. Un
valioso cuchillo de caza
XXXIII Por unos extraños chicos
del otro campo al otro lado del
Asesino de la cabina de fotos lago.
frágil bandido
directo de una emboscada XXXIV

¡Mátame! Son estos nuestros amigos

Mata al niño que te haciendo carreras y estremeciéndose
hizo. por los tranquilos valles del parlamento
Mata al escandaloso
senador de la lujuria Mi hijo no morirá en la guerra
que te puso en ese estado. Volverá
voz de campesino numerado de pescador
Mata al odio de Oriente
la enfermedad
la guerra La ultima vez dijiste
la tristeza que esta era la única manera
voz de tierna muchacha
Mata a la maldad
Mata a la locura Corriendo y hablando
verdes junglas
Mata a la foto la madre el asesino el árbol infectadas
Mátame.
Mátate. consulta el oráculo
Mata al pequeño elfo ciego. amargo riachuelo
arrástrate
El hermoso monstruo viven del agua de lluvia
vomita un chorro de relojes
despertadores joyas cuchillos monedas amor de mono
de plata y sangre de cobre compañero de mantra
fabricante de brandy
El pozo del tiempo y la aflicción
botellas de whisky perfume Las islas del veneno
hojas de afeitar collares El veneno
liquido insectos martillos
y finas uñas las patas de Coge este diminuto granulo
pájaros plumas de águila y garras de raíz de serpiente diabólica
partes de maquinaria dientes de la playa
de cromo pelo fragmentos de del sur
loza y calaveras las ruinas
de nuestro tiempo los escombros junto Un increíble milagro
a un lago las destellantes dará contigo
latas de cerveza y oxido y piel
menstrual de marta El helicóptero estallo
un clic interior y sin duda
material explosivo, libero ya no hay discusiones
a las bombas de relojería en las camas, durante la noche
de las tierras leprosas las oscuridad es quemada
salpicadas de hambre Mira los salones de la ciudad
y abrazadas a la ley donde una mujer baila
con su vestido europeo
Por favor los grandes valses
enséñanos tu recortada cabeza podría ser divertido
y tus encenegados ojos sonrientes gobernar un yermo
tranquilos en el fuego
una sedosa camisa de flores XXXV
ribeteando los ojos, de alambre
cargado, distantes Palmeras de cerezas
mentiras de dial terribles playas
y mas
ven, hombre tranquilo y muchas mas
a la prueba de la vida
Esto sabemos
ya como esposa que somos libres
latente, curtida, suelta en el texto escolar
anárquica, espléndida y lánguida de lo no perdonado
Era un grito del reino
legión de obscenos desfilando las sonrisas del engaño
hombres de la mente increíbles dificultades sufren
aquellos apenas capaces
Donde están tus maneras de sobrevivir
ahí en el desierto
soleado pero todo pasara
ilimitadas galaxias de polvo estírate en la verde hierba
espinas de cactus, collares y sonríe, y medita, y contempla
piedras blanqueadas, botellas su grata
y coches oxidados, depositados para ser tallados semejanza
con la Reina del acoplamiento
El nuevo hombre, soldado del tiempo que parece
se abrió camino estrechamente estar enamorada
por las apiñadas ruinas del jinete
de lo que antes fuera una severa ciudad, ahora
cómica con ratas ahora, ¿no es fragante?
y los insectos del refugio Señor, ¿no es malicioso?
con una descuidada y caprichosa
Vive en los coches mirada hacia atrás
atraviesa inútilmente
las heladas escuelas
y no encuentra espacio
en las sombras de la obediencia 24 julio, 1968
Los Angeles, Estados Unidos, Hawai
los monitores han sido silenciados
las grandes torres de vigilancia cubiertas de grava

PARIS JOURNAL
mareadas en la playa del oeste
hartas de mirar
solo que quedara un caballo So much forgotten already
para cabalgar por el yermo So much forgotten
un perro a su lado So much to forget
para olfatear a las doncellas de la carne
encadenadas a los postes públicos
Once the idea of purity An old & cheap hotel
born, all was lost w/bums in the lobby
irrevocably genteel bums of satisfied
The Black Musician poverty
in a house up the hill Across the street, a
Nigger in the woodpile famous pool-hall
Skeleton in the closet where the actors meet
Sorry, Didn't mean you. former ace-home of
An old man, someone's beat musicians
daughter beat poets & beat
Arises wanderers
& sees us still in the room in the Zen tradition
of off-key piano & bad from China to the
paintings Subway
him off to work in 4 easy lifetimes
& new wife arriving Weeping, he left his pad
(The candle-forests of on orders from police
Notre-Dame) & furnishings hauled
beggar nuns w/moving away, all records &
smiles, small velvet sacks momentos, & reporters
& cataleptic eyes calculating tears &
straying to the gaudy curses for the press:
Mosaic calendar "I hope the Chinese junkies
Windows get you"
I write like this & they will
to seize you for the poppy
give me your love, your rules the world
tired eyes, sad for That handsome gentle
delivery flower
A small & undiscover'd Sweet Billy!
park-we ramble Do you remember
And the posters scream the snake
safe revolt your lover
& the tired walls barely tender in the tumbled
fall, graffiti into brush-weed
dry cement sand sand & cactus
an overfed vacuum I do.
dust-clock And I remember
I remember freeways Stars in the shotgun
Summer, beside you night
Ocean-brother eating pussy
Storms passing til the mind runs
electric fires in the night clean
"rain, night, misery- Is it rolling, God
the back-ends of wagons" in the Persian Night?
Shake it! Wanda, "There's a palace
fat stranded swamp in the canyon
Woman where you & I
We still need you were born
Shake your roly-poly Now I'm a lonely Man
Thighs inside that Let me back into
Southern tent the Garden
So what. Blue Shadows
It was really wild of the Canyon
She started nude & put I met you
on her clothes & now you're gone
& now my dream is gone felt the adrenalin
Let me back into your Garden of flight-fear
A man searching the exhilaration of terror
for lost Paradise sloshed drunk in
Can seem a fool the flashy battle blood
to those who never Naked we come
sought the other world & bruised we go
Where friends do lie & drift nude pastry
Insanely in for the slow soft worms
Their own private gardens" below
The cunt bloomed This is my poem
& the paper walls for you
Trembled Great flowing funky flower'd beast
A monster arrived Great perfumed wreck of hell
in the mirror Great good disease
To mock the room & summer plague
& its fool Great god-damned shit-ass
alone Mother-fucking freak
Give me songs You lie, you cheat,
to sing you steal, you kill
& emerald dreams you drink the Southern
to dream Madness swill
& I'll give you love of greed
unfolding you die utterly & alone
Sun Mud up to your braces
underwater, it was Someone new in your
immediately strange knickers
& familiar & who would that be?
the black boy's You know
from the boat, fins & mask, You know more
Nostrils bled liquid than you let on
crystal blood Much more than you betray
as they rose to surface Great slimy angel-whore
Rose & moved strong you've been good to me
in their wet world You really have
Below was a Kingdom been swell to me
Empire of still sand Tell them you came & saw
& yes, party-colored & look'd into my eyes
fishes & saw the shadow
-they are the last of the guard receding
to leave Thoughts in time
The gay sea & out of season
I eat you The Hitchiker stood
avoiding your wordy by the side of the road
bones & levelled his thumb
& spit out pearls in the calm calculus
The little girl gave of reason.
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides

ODE TO L.A.
I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth
I saw them charge WHILE THINKING OF BRIAN
& heard the indian JONES, DECEASED
war-scream
I'm a resident of a city The gardener
They've just picked me to play Found
the Prince of Denmark The body, rampant, Floating
Poor Ophelia Lucky Stiff
All those ghosts he never saw What is this green pale stuff
Floating to doom You're made of
On an iron candle Poke holes in the goddess
Come back, brave warrior Skin
Do the dive Will he Stink
On another channel Carried heavenward
Hot buttered pool Thru the halls
Where's Marrakesh of music
Under the falls No chance.
the wild storm Requiem for a heavy
where savages fell out That smile
in late afternoon That porky satyr's
monsters of rhythm leer
You've left your has leaped upward
Nothing into the loam
to compete w/
Silence
I hope you went out

THE VILLAGE
Smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remnant
of a dream
The angel man
TAPES
w/Serpents competing Come
for his palms for all the world lies
& fingers hushed & fallen
Finally claimed green ships dangle
This benevolent on the surface of
Soul Ocean, & sky-birds
Ophelia glide smugly among
Leaves, sodden the planes
in silk Gaunt crippled houses
Chlorine Strangle the cliffs
dream In the East, in the cities
mad stifled a hum of life
Witness begins, now come
The diving board, the plunge Of the Great Insane
The pool American Night
You were a fighter We sing
a damask musky muse sending our gift
You were the bleached to its vast promise
Sun Pilots are a problem
for TV afternoon The rain & hungry sea
horned-toads greedy for steel
maverick of a yellow spot Say a soft American Prayer
Look now to where it's got A quiet animal sigh
You for the strong plane
in meat heaven landing
w/the cannibals We rode on opium tires
& jews from the colossal
airport chess game
at dawn, new from glass You're learning
in the broken night fast
landed then in quiet Keep off the walk
fog, beside the times listen to the children talk
out of this strange river Cobra sun / Fever smile
Then gladly thru -No man kill me
a wasted morning "Who is this insane messenger?"
happy to be alive to In times like these we need
signs of life men around us who can
a dog, see clearly & speak the truth.
a school girl Out of breath
are we in Harlem? Raving witness
Blessings -Who comes?
accept this ancient -Asia.
wisdom ~Cassandra at the Well~
which has travelled Help! Help! Save us!
far to greet us Save us!
From the East We're dying, fella, do something.
w/the sun Get us out of this!
Call out to him Save us!
From the mountain I'm dying.
high, from high What have we done now!
towers We've done it, fella, we've committed the
as the mind Help!
rebels This is the end of us, fella.
& wends its way I love you fella.
to freedom I love you fella.
grant us one more day I love you cause you're you.
& hour But you've got to help us.
the hero of this dream What have we done, fella,
who heals & guides us What have we done now?
Forgive me, Blacks Where are my dreamers
you who unite Today & tonight.
as I fear & gently Where are my dancers
fall on darkness leaping madly
Science of Night whirling & screaming
Earth Air Fire Water Where are my women
Mother Father Sons & Daughters quietly dreaming
Airplane in the starry night caught like angels
First fright on the dark porch
Forest follow free of a velvet ranch
I love thee dance dance dance dance
watch how I love thee dance dance dance
The Politics of ecstasy are real It was the greatest night of my life
Can't you feel them working thru you Although I still had not found a wife
Turning night into day I had my friends right there beside me
Mixing sun w/the sea. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ledger domain Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Wilderness pain We scaled the wall
cruel swimming ambience We tripped thru the graveyard
sweet swimming fish hook smile Ancient shapes were all around us
I love you all the while No music but the wet grass
even w/the little child felt fresh beside the fog
by the hand Two made love in a silent spot
& squeeze one chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk & made the dead down, into fire
And I gave empty sermons to my head silence, cry
Cemetery cool & quiet Argue w/breath
Hate to leave nice
your sacred lay while I cry
Dread the milky coming of the day Midnight!
In this full-throated it must come
Sex'd cry like dream
we must try again sperm
to speak of the ununited uncalled
miles of sleep around from the center
us Borderlands
Bumbling thru slumber where liquor's
Blind numbers made
In a tiled room flow
We sit & brood it must come
Refuse to move unbidden
The guards refuse like the dawn
and in the last place soft haste
and in the last sweet breath No hurry
& in stroke of sine-wise crab hairs curl
and in stars of plenty, stars of greed The phone
in the written book & majesties rings
in fulfillment on a cliff We create the dawn
on the inside of butter I fell on the earth
on smooth backs & camels & raped the snow
in the open vessel I got married to life
in the vein & breathed w/my marrow
in lives untold I saw young dancers
who witnessed everything I am meat & need fuel
For those people who died Need the whorey glimmer of tears
for Nirvana in women, all ages
for the heavenly creed Laughter sandwich, fuel
for you, for me for the lunch of meat minds
These lines are written Now damn you, dance
to convey the message Now dance
To ignore the warning or die sleek & fat in your
To spree upward into reeking seats, still
Tantalizing voices buckled for flight
To visit under-seas If the writer can write, &
Believe the farmer can sow
Things more horrible Then all miracles concur,
than war appear, & start happening
Things out of the tales If the children eat, if their
Great beasts time of crying was Mid-
Suffering extinction Night
All these monstrous The earth needs them
Words forsaken, falling soft dogs on the snow
by all Hell Nestled in Spring
loose walls, forgotten When sun makes wine
tumbling down into & blood dances dangerous
Night/Fast friends in the veins or vine
fellows of the one true cross To have just come wondering
earthly lovers crash if the world is real is
sweet sorrow blackness sick to see the shape she's
on the spilled roadside
made of. What wandering roar in the empty fields
lunacy have we soft created? These are forgotten
Certain no one meant it lands Speak confidently of
sure someone started the forest the end the joke
Where is he? is on me most certainly
Where is he or it when There must be someone today who
we need her? knows they do but they can't
Where are you? Tell you like feeding a child
In a flower? Wine like sniffing cortex
To have just been born blue babies lists real estate
for beauty & see sadness cleaning offices word-vomit
What is this frail sickness? mind soup crawling lice book bonds.
Round-up, Rondolay, Rhonda, Feeling streams lead to losers
Red, Rich roll ruse rune back going back in all directions
rake roan ran regard sleeping these insane hours
if you know what I mean. I'll never wake up in a good mood
This is concrete imagery Vermont again. I'm sick of these
The mouth leads this way stinking boots. Stories of animals
I that way in the woods not stupid but
No good faster the hand too slow like indians peeping our their
To exist in time we die construct little eyes in the night I know
prisms in a void the forest & the evil moon tide.
The truth faster These hang-ups "We sure look funny don't we fella?"
hold-ups shooting the republic Plu-perfect. Forgotten. Songs
The president's dream behind are good streams for a laugh.
The throne The mind bird was a good fella
four-score fast fever the clinic Who minded labyrinths & lived
the wisdom syphilis doctor nurse in a well He knew Jesus
Indians americans Atlantis Knew Newman Knew me &
Save us guide us in time of need Morganfield I hope you can
prayer to the mind cell body understand these last parables
prayer to center of man prayer were hope (less) sure if you can
to evening's last whisper as the regard them as anything beyond
hand silently glides into peaceful matter Surely not more than
thorns stones storms Twice-fold fork follow & loose-
I await your coming tree Now here's the rub rune
w/negligence Speak to me! Rib-bait squalor the women of the
don't leave me here alone Torture quarter yawned & meandered
clinic chamber I know the man swimming dust tide for food
arrested The stale bars his mother scraps to child feed No noon
who will help a match a cigarette for misses The Church called bells
I'm going. God? What is your name inhabitants of the well come to hell
There must be some way to define come to the bell funeral jive
stop happening space shades Negroes plenty, fluttering their
postures poses snapshots The dark smiles. Mindless lepers-
World behind the word & all con-men The movie is popular
utterance Can't now This season in all the hotels
coming for us soon leave all over rich tourists from the continent
The Republic is a big cross in a shore up & hold a story seance
big cross the nation The world on fire nightly The birds tell & they
Taxi from Africa The Grand Hotel Know all Telephones crooks
He was drunk a big party last & castenets The lines are wired
night there. Pastures fields Listen hear those voices & all
skunks snake invisible night birds This long distance from the other half
night hawks summer disasters I love to hear ya ramble boy
out of doors listen to the lions missionary stallion One day
The devil arrived only no one tell

The VILLAGE
or you'll ruin the outcome. He
walked to the pulpit & saved
The city while certainly scoring
Someone's female daughter.
When his cloak was hoisted
READING
The snake was seen & we all In that year we had a great visitation of energy.
slipped back to lethargy. Back in those days everything
Buildings gilded no interruptions. was simpler & more confused.
Constructions everywhere. Our One summer night, going
own house was solid astrology To the pier, I ran into
Tiny flutes won their starlings 2 young girls. The
sunrise. And in the estuary blonde was called Freedom,
side-traps stopped our dinner the dark one, Enterprise.
He came home w/bags of meat We talked, & they told
& sacks of flour & the bread me this story.
rose & the family flourished. & the cool fluttering rotten wind
Those who Race toward Death & a child's hand-print on
Those who wait picture window
Those who worry & the guncocked held
The Endless quest a vigil on the shoulder.
of watchtowers and fortresses & fire in the night
against the sea and time. waiting, in a darkened house
Have they won? Perhaps. for the cruel insane breed
They still stand and in from town to arrive
their silent rooms still wander & come poking thru smoke
the souls of the dead, & the fuel & ashes for milk
who keep their watch on the living. & the evil leer on their faces
Soon enough we shall join them. barking w/triumph
Soon enough we shall walk Who will not stop them?
the walls of time. We shall The hollow tree, where
miss nothing we three slept & dreamed
except each other. in the movement of
Fence my sacred fire whirling shadows & grass
I want. To be simple, black & clean Tired rustle of leaves
A dim nothingness An oldman stirs the dancers
Please w/his old dance
The sea is green darkening
Smoke swift shadows lean on the
like the child's version of a meat of forests
Christmas dream to allow breathing
w/no Gently they stir
waking. Gently rise
Why the desire for death. The dead are new-born
A clean paper or a pure awakening
white wall. One false w/ravaged limbs
line, a scratch, a mistake. & wet souls
Unerasable. So obscure Gently they sigh
by adding million other in rapt funeral amazement
tracings, blend it, Who called these dead to dance?
cover over. Was it the young woman
But the original scratch learning to play the "Ghost
remains, written in Song" on her baby grand
gold blood, shining. Was it the wilderness children?
Desire for a Perfect Life Was it the Ghost-God himself,
stuttering, cheering,
chatting blindly? "I pressed her thigh
-I called you up to & death smiled"
anoint the earth. death, old friend
I called you to announce death & my cock
sadness falling like are the world
burned skin I can forgive
I called you to wish my injuries
you well, to glory in in the name of
self like a new monster wisdom
& now I call on you luxury
to pray: romance
~Lament For The Death Of My Cock~ Sentence upon sentence.
Lament for my cock Words are healing.
Sore & crucified Words got me the wound
I seek to know you & will get me well
acquiring soulful wisdom If you believe it.
you can open walls of All join now in lament
mystery for the death of my cock
strip-show a tongue of knowledge
How to get death in the feathered night
On the morning boys get crazy in the head
show & suffer
T.V. death I sacrifice my cock
which the child on the altar
absorbs of silence
death-well ~Awake~
mystery A wake
which makes Shake dreams from your hair
me write My pretty child, my sweet one
Slow train Choose the day, & the sign
The death of my cock of your day,
gives life 1st thing you see.
Guitar player A burnt tree, like a giant
Ancient wise satyr primeval bird, a leaf,
Sing your ode dry & bitter, crackling tales
to my cock in its warm waves.
caress its lament Sidewalk gods will do for you.
stiffen & guide The forest of the neighborhood,
us The empty lost museum, &
Lost cells The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
The knowledge of cancer Monument above the newstand
To speak to the heart where the children hide
& give the great gift When school ends
words ~Curses & Invocations~
power Weird bait-headed mongrels
trance I keep expecting one of you
This stable friend to rise
& the beasts of his zoo large buxom obese queens
wild, haired chicks garden hogs & cunt
each color connects Veterans
to create the boat quaint cabbage saints
which rocks the race Shit horders & individualists
could any hell be more drag-strip officials
horrible than now Tight-lipped losers
& real & lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies
all strange order of monsters in the East
hot on the trail of the like a star
wood vine on fire
We welcome you to our
Procession
~The Crossroads~ JAMAICA
Meeting you at your parent's gate
We will tell you what to do
What you have to do
to survive The hour of the wolf
Leave the rotten towns has now ended. Cocks
of your father crow. The world is built
Leave the poisoned wells up again, struggling in
& bloodstained streets darkness.
Enter now the sweet forest
I walked thru the panther's living room The child gives in to night-
And our summer together ended Mare, while the grown
Too soon Man fears his fear.
Stronger than farther
Strangled by night I must leave this island,
Rest in my sun burst Struggling to be born
Relax in her secret wilderness from blackness.
This is the sea of doubt
which threads harps Fear the good deep dark
unwithered American Night
& unstrung Blessed is Night.
Its the brother, not the past
who turns sunlight into glass The flood has subsided
It's the valley The movie panic & the
It's me chauffeured drive
Testimony from Thru the suburbs
a strange witness
The flowering Wild folks in weird dress
of god-like people by the side of the hiway.
in the muted air
would seem Some of the men wear
strange Tunics or short skirts.
to an intruder The women posture on
of certain size Their porches in mock-
but this is all we have left classical pose.
to guide us
Now that He is gone The driver aims the car
The Wild whore laughs & it guides itself. Tunnels
like an ancient spinster click by overhead.
Crone, we see you, come again
in the mind Love the deep green gloom
I lie like fever of American Night.
Dancing your nubile hush
willing to be possessed Love frightened corners,
untold stories Thrill to the wood-vine.
dare injuns rise
Trampled, like red-skins So much of it good
sacred fore-skin & so much quantity.
Cancer began w/the knife's
cruel blow & the damaged The Major's boots are where
rod has risen again he left them.
 give them a good political
Pseudo-plantation. back-siding"-(laughter)

Period prints-white "Victimization"

& black boxing match.
a frog in the road
A Negro Dance children in church
drums
The principal of the school holds his nose. Sun-Sun
"A dead cow is in there. I wonder lying like death
why they haven't sent someone to on the back seat
remove it?" Revival.

A vulture streams by, A whore-house.

& another. The white tip Lord John & Lady Anne's.
of his claw-like red beak Red-blooded Blue-blooded.
looks white, like meat. Queen's bosom.
Swift sad languorous Is it The Princess?
shadows.
Golden-blood, like me, he said,
The cat drinks little cat folding the bill again neatly,
laps form a sick the Queen's ear-a naked
Turquoise swimming pool. cock stuck in her ass.

(Insane couplings out in the night.) Ha Ha Ha Ha.

America, I am hook'd to your You're no more innocent

Cold white neon bosom, & suck than a turkey vulture.
snake-like thru the dawn, I
am drawn back home A cannon.
your son in exile
in the land of Awakening The Negro slaves & the English
What dreams possessed you killed the Indians, & mixed
To merge in the morning? w/the Spanish, who were soon
forced out.
"I been in a daze"
Yes, big battles
A spot, a reef, behind
the nursery door, off Boom. Boom.
the main bedroom-
"Those are the major's."

The bed looms like a white

WILDERNESS
funereal butterfly barge
at one end of the room.,
hung w/nets & sails.
Poems 1966-1971
"We're outlaws." I think I was once
I think we were
"What church is that?" Your milk is my wine
"Church of God." My silk is your shine
white bandana, white tambourine ~Mosaic~
a series of notes, prose-poems
-Walking on the Water- stories, bits of play & dialog
Aphorisms, epigrams, essays
"In traditional style, we'll
Poems? Sure Then stop.
~The Opening of the Trunk~ Go. The wilderness between.
-Moment of inner freedom Go round the march.
when the mind is opened & the he enters stage:
infinite universe revealed Blood boots. Killer storm.
& the soul is left to wander Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
dazed & confus'd searching Where is she?
here & there for teachers & friends. Have you seen her?
Moment of Freedom Has anyone seen this girl?
as the prisoner snap shot (projected)
blinks in the sun She's my sister.
like a mole Ladies & gentlemen:
from his hole please attend carefully to these words & events
a child's 1st trip It's your last chance, our last hope.
away from home In this womb or tomb, we're free of the
That moment of Freedom swarming streets.
LAmerica The black fever which rages is safely
Cold treatment of our empress out those doors
LAmerica My friends & I come from
The Transient Universe Far Arden w/ dances, &
LAmerica new music
Instant communion and Everywhere followers accrue
communication to our procession.
lamerica Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
emeralds in glass and lovers dangled like
lamerica jewels for your careless pleasure
searchlights at twi-light I'm Me!
lamerica Can you dig it.
stoned streets in the pale dawn My meat is real.
lamerica My hands- how they move
robed in exile balanced like lithe demons
lamerica My hair- so twined & writhing
swift beat of a proud heart The skin of my face- pinch the cheeks
lamerica My flaming sword tongue
eyes like twenty spraying verbal fire-flys
lamerica I'm real.
swift dream I'm human
lamerica But I'm not an ordinary man
frozen heart No No No
lamerica What are you doing here?
soldiers doom What do you want?
lamerica Is it music?
clouds & struggles We can play music.
lamerica But you want more.
Nighthawk You want something & someone new.
doomed from the start Am I right?
lamerica Of course I am.
"That's how I met her, I know what you want.
lamerica You want ecstasy
lonely & frozen Desire & dreams.
lamerica Things not exactly what they seem.
& sullen, yes I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
lamerica I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
right from the start" I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn. &
Bask in the warm hot coals. forget
You're too young to be old. Wilderness
You don't need to be told Now is blessed
You want to see things as they are. The rest
You know exactly what I do remembered
Everything A man rakes leaves into
I am a guide to the Labyrinth a heap in his yard, a pile,
Monarch of the protean towers & leans on his rake &
on this cool stone patio burns them utterly.
above the iron mist The fragrance fills the forest
sunk in its own waste children pause & heed the
breathing its own breath smell, which will become
~Power~ nostalgia in several years
I can make the earth stop in Sirens
its tracks. I made the Water
blue cars go away. Rain & Thunder
I can make myself invisible or small. Jet from the base
I can become gigantic & reach the Hot searing insect cry
farthest things. I can change The frogs & crickets
the course of nature. Doors open & close
I can place myself anywhere in The Soft Parade
space or time. An accident
I can summon the dead. Rustle of silk, nylon
I can perceive events on other worlds, Watering the dry grass
in my deepest inner mind, Fire
& in the minds of others. Bells
I can Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
I am Lawn mower
People need Connectors Good Humor man
Writers, heroes, stars, Skates & wagons
leaders Bikes
To give life form. Where'd you learn about
A child's sand boat facing Satan- out of a book
the sun. Love?- out of a box
Plastic soldiers in the miniature night of sin (The Fall)
dirt war. Forts. -1st sex, a feeling of having
Garage Rocket Ships done this same act in time before
Ceremonies, theatre, dances O No, not again
To reassert Tribal needs & memories Between childhood, boyhood,
a call to worship, uniting adolescence
above all, a reversion, & manhood (maturity) there
a longing for family & the should be sharp lines drawn w/
safety magic of childhood. Tests, deaths, feats, rites
The grand highway stories, songs, & judgements
is crowded Men who go out on ships
w/ To escape sin & the mire of cities
lovers watch the placenta of evening stars
& from the deck, on their backs
searchers & cross the equator
& & perform rituals to exhume the dead
leavers dangerous initiations
so To mark passage to new levels
eager To feel on the verge of an exorcism
to a rite of passage
please
To wait, or seek manhood Ah sweet music.
enlightenment in a gun Wild sounds in the night
To kill childhood, innocence Angel siren voices.
in an instant The baying of great hounds.
~Lamerica~ Cars screaming thru gears
Trade-routes & shrieks
guide lines on the wild road
The Vikings & explorers Where the tires skid & slide
Discoverers into dangerous curves.
The unconscious Favorite corners.
a map of the states Cheerleaders raped in summer
The veins of hiways buildings.
Beauty of a map Holding hands
Hidden connections & bopping toward Sunday.
Fast trampled forest Those lean sweet desperate hours.
Madness in a whisper Time searched the hallways
neon crackle for a mind.
The hiss of tires Hands kept time.
A city growls The climate altered like a
rich vast & sullen visible dance.
like a slow monster Night-time women.
come to fat Wondrous sacraments of doubt
& die Sprang sullen in bursts
~The Anatomy of Rock~ of fear & guilt
The 1st electric wildness came in the womb's pit hole
over the people below
on sweet Friday. The belt of the beast
Sweat was in the air. Worship w/words, w/
The channel beamed, sounds, hands, all
token of power. joyful playful &
Incense brewed darkly. obscene-in the insane
Who could tell then that here infant.
it would end? Old men worship w/long
One school bus crashed w/a train. noses, old soulful eyes.
This was the Crossroads. Young girls worship,
Mercury strained. exotic, indian, w/robes
I couldn't get out of my seat. who make us feel foolish
The road was littered for acting w/our eyes.
w/dead jitterbugs. Lost in the vanity of the senses
Help, which got us where we are.
we'll be late for class. Children worship but seldom
The secret flurry of rumor act at it. Who needs
marched over the yard & temples & couches & T.V.
pinned us unwittingly We can do it on a sunny
Mt. fever. floor w/friends & make
A girl stripped naked on the any sound or movement
base of the flagpole. that comes. Roll on our
In the restrooms all was cool backs screaming w/mirth
& silent glad in the guilt of our
w/the salt-green of latrines. madness. Better to be
Blankets were needed. cool in our worship &
Ropes fluttered. gain the respect of the
Smiles flattered ancient & wise wearing
& haunted. those robes. They know
Lockers were pried open the secret of mind-change
& secrets discovered. reality.
"Have you ever seen God?" Eternal consciousness
-a mandala. A symmetrical angel. in the Void
Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun. (makes trial & jail seem almost
Heard? Music. Voices friendly)
Touched? an animal. your hand. a Kiss in the Storm
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water (Madman at the wheel
& wine. gun at the neck
An angel runs space populous & arching
Thru the sudden light coolly)
Thru the room A barn
A ghost precedes us a cabin attic
A shadow follows us Your own face
And each time we stop stationary
We fall in the mirrored window
No one thought up being; fear of restroom's
he who thinks he has Tragic cold
Step forward neon
Shrill demented sparrows bark I'm freezing
The sun into being. They rule animals
dawn's Kingdom. The cars- dead
a rising chorus- Then white wings of
workmen's songs & hammers rabbits
The children of the schoolyard, grey velvet deer
a hundred high voices, The Canyon
complete the orchestration The car a craft
"In that year there was in wretched
an intense visitation SPACE
of energy. Sudden movements
I left school & went down & your past
to the beach to live. to warm you
I slept on a roof. in Spiritless
At night the moon became Night
a woman's face. The Lonely HWY
I met the Cold hiker
spirit of Music." Afraid of Wolves
An appearance of the devil & his own
on a Venice canal. Shadow
Running, I saw a Satan The Wolf,
or Satyr, moving beside who lives under the rock
me, a fleshy shadow has invited me
of my secret mind. Running, to drink of his cool
Knowing. Water.
The day I left the beach Not to splash or bathe
A hairy Satyr running But leave the sun
behind & a little to the & know the dead desert
right. night
In the holy solipsism & the cold men
of the young who play there.
Now I can't walk thru a city a ha
street w/out eying each Come on, now
single pedestrian. I feel luring the Traveller
their vibes thru my Mighty Voyager
skin, the hair on my neck Curious, into its dark womb
-it rises. The graves grinning
~The Fear~ Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward luring -Soon our voices must become
into the brothel, into the blood bath one, or one must leave.
into the Dream Forest strong sandals
The dark Dream of conquest burnt geometry fingers
& Voyage around a fire
into night, Westward into Night reading history in blackened
Clothed in sunlight books, charcoal sentence
restless in wanting in moot splendor
dying of fever Flame-tree
Changed shapes of an empire Sire, we met in Eden
Starling invaders The troubled time
Vast promissory notes of joy we had
Wanton, willful & passive rustling in the night leaves
Married to doubt a sniper aimed at our window
Clothed in great warring monuments a kitten mewing in the blasted
of glory strong air
How it has changed you I must go see
How slowly estranged you -You've found your Voice,
Solely arranged you friend, after all else
Beg you for mercy I recognize fast the
The Crossroads Strong sure tones of
a place where ghosts a poet
reside to whisper into was it a question
the ear of travellers & search or of strangling?
interest them in their fate I wonder
Hitchhiker drinks: We never talked
"I call again on the dark But welcome here
hidden gods of the blood" to the camp fire
-Why do you call us? Share our meal
You know our price. It w/us
never changes. Death of & tell us of your life
you will give you life & the hanging
& free you from a vile -Well 1st I screamed
fate. But is is getting late. & I was a child again alive
-If I could see you again Then nothing til the age
& talk w/you, & walk a of 5
short while in your company, & then summers & the racetrack
& drink the heady brew I looked for a girl in
of your conversations, New Mexican
I thought bars
-to rescue a soul already & found jail
ruined. To achieve respite. The prostitute looked out
To plunder green gold her cell & saw
on a pirate raid & bring Fuck god scratched
to camp the glory of old. on a leprous wall
-As the capesman faces -You're rambling boy
poisoned horns & drinks what of the rest
red victory; the soldier, the jazz hiway
too, w/his trophy, a he winks.
pierced helmet; & the -I got picked up
ledge-walker shuddering & rode thru the night
his way into inward grace -did you see any buildings
-(laughter) Well then. Would -did I...
you mock yourself? What was I doing
-No of course we danced plenty
She had nice sides
the cop hit me But you were out
Stop, I don't remember like a light
-The logs are melting Your head was on the floor
we must move on & rats played pool w/your eyes
The fire's ending Death is a good disguise
we'll hear more for late at night
at the next altar Wrapping all games in its calm garden
(musical interlude) But what happens
Trees when the guests return
Train-death & all unmask
The American Night & you are asked
We went thru 5 cords to leave
of wood this winter for want of a smile
-he told me beautiful stories I'll still take you then
& had the most beautiful visions But I'm your friend
He was a truly religious man ~Ode New York Maidens~
at the end everyone has Their own magic
-you know, I like you guys There is no death
god-damn! so nothing matters
(I saw this cat run out High Style
of the ocean, one night, Flash & forgive me
and beat-off into a fire) high button shoes
I'm going down to Mexico clean arrangement
To this border town I heard messy breeding
about & I'm gonna buy love's triumph
me a girl & bring her everlasting hope & fulfillment
back up here & marry her, it's ~The American Night~
true. This guy told me. for leather accrues
A friend of his knew someone who The miracle of the streets
-You're too much The scents & smogs &
There was preserved pollens of existence
in her Shiny blackness
The fresh miracle so totally naked she was
of surprise Totally un-hung-up
The night is young We looked around
& full of rest lights now on
I can't describe the Top see our fellow travellers
way she's dress'd I am troubled
She'll pander to some strange Immeasurably
requests By your eyes
Anything that you suggest I am struck
Anything to please her guest By the feather
Midnight of your soft
criminal metabolism of guilt forest Reply
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets The sound of glass
Remove me from this hall of mirrors Speaks quick
This filthy glass Disdain
Are you her And conceals
Do you look like that What your eyes fight
How could you be when To explain
no one ever could She looked so sad in sleep
Poet of the call-girl storm Like a friendly hand
She left a note on the bedroom door. just out of reach
"If I'm out, bring me to." A candle stranded on
I dropped by to see you a beach
late last night
While the sun sinks low What can I do that will
an H-bomb in reverse somehow reach her
Everything human on a Sunday Morning
is leaving I'll read her the news of
her face The Indian Wars
Soon she will disappear Full of criss-cavalry, blood
into the calm & gore
vegetable Stories to tame & charm
morass & more
Stay! On a Sunday Morning
My Wild Love! Some wild fires
I get my best ideas when the Searchout
telephone rings & rings. It's no fun a dry quiet kiss on leaving
To feel like a fool-when your Like our ancestors
baby's gone. A new ax to my head: The Indians
Possession. I create my own sword We share a fear of sex
of Damascus. I've done nothing w/time. excessive lamentation for the dead
A little tot prancing the boards playing & an abiding interest in dreams & visions
w/Revolution. When out there the ~Explosion~
World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs The mushroom
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging The unfolding
from windows as if to say: I'm bold- instant of creation (fertilisation)
do you love me? Just for tonight. not an instant separate from breakfast
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines It all flows down & out, flowing
at the glass sliding door (why can't I but that instant:
be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment
revs & races against the grain- dry of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating
rasping carbon protest. I put the book merging in cool slime splendour
down- & begin my own book. a crushing of steel & glass & ice
Love for the fat girl. (instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide)
When will SHE get here? far-out splendour
In the gloom heat & fire are outwards signs of a
In the shady living room Small dry mating
where we lived & died event in a room
& laughed & cried event in space
& the pride of our relationship a circle
took hold that summer Magic rite
What a trip To call up the godhead
To hold your hand spirits, demons
& tell the cops The shaman calls:
you're not 16 "When radio dark night..."
no runaway We are eating each other.
The wino left a little in The Voice of the Serpent
the old blue desert dry hiss of age & steam
bottle & leaves of gold
Cattle skulls old books in ruined
the cliche of rats Temples
who skim the trees The pages break like ash
in search of fat I will not disturb
Hip children invade the grounds I will not go
& sleep in the wet grass Come, he says softly
'til the dogs rush out an old man appears &
I'm going South! moves in tired dance
What can I read her amid the scattered dead
What can I read her gently they stir
on a Sunday Morning
I received an Aztec wall in the green hotel
of vision Rm. 32
& dissolved my room in I will be there after 9:30 p.m.
sweet derision I will show you the girl of the ghetto
Closed my eyes, prepared to go I will show you the burning well
A gentle wind inform'd me so I will show you strange people
And bathed my skin in ether glow haunted, beast-like, on the
Drugs are a bet w/ your mind verge of evolution
The cigarette burn'd -Fear The Lords who are
my fingertips secret among us
& dropp'd like a log Leaving the phone-booth, I was
to the rug below Struck by a whiff of
My eyes took a trip the weird.
to dig the chick Insane old country woman
Crouch'd like a cat come to nag the haunts
at the next window of town
My ears assembled music Hairy legs w/open sores.
out of swarming streets From what swamp or under-rock
but my mind rebelled did you crawl to remind
at the idiot's laughter us what we choose
The rising frightful idiot laughter to leave
Cheering an army of Androgynous, liquid, happy
vacuum cleaners Heavy
Mouth fills w/taste of copper. Facile & vapid
Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters. Weighted w/words
Gyro on a string, a table. Mortgaged soul
A coin spins. The faces. Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps
There is an audience to our drama. Box-cars of heaven
Magic shade mask. New Orleans Nile Sunset
Like the hero of a dream, he works for us, The form is a plane above
in our behalf. the earth. A soldier bails
How close is this to a final cut? out, leaving his entrails
I fall. Sweet blackness. fluttering, billowing. Scoop'd
Strange world that waits & watches. down, windy midwife, wrench'd
Ancient dread of non-existence. by the world from her rich
If it's no problem, why mention it. belly, my metal mother,
Everything spoken means that, ripped cord, down & frozen.
it's opposite, & everything else. Following pilot the eye of
I'm alive. I'm dying. the plane; "Great Eye of Night"
1st wild thrush of fear God on a windscreen, wind-
-A phone rings scream, wormwind
There is a knock on the door. Trailing.
It's time to go. (& hide among women
No. like a toothless bird)
The walls screamed poetry disease & sex Burned by air
an inner whine like a mad machine Burned bad by light
dropped in a in the
cave of roaches (gun shot)
or rodents O Wow
The Computer he's shot
faces of the men & the scarlet news
The wall collage (hoarse mute confusion
reading matter of the witness crowd)
The Traders (dealers) Airport.
I am a guide to the labyrinth Messenger in the form of a soldier.
Come & see me Green wool. He stood there,
off the plane. The barn is burning
A new truth, too horrible to bear. The race-track is over
There was no record of it Farmers run out w/
anywhere in the ancient signs buckets of water
or symbols. The horse flesh is burning
People looked at each other, They're kicking the stalls
in the mirror, their children's (panic in a horse's eye
eyes. That can spread & fill
Why had it come. an entire sky.)
There was no escape from The clouds flow by
it anywhere. & tell a story
A truth too horrible to name. about the lightning bolt & the mast
Only a loose puking moan on the steeple
could frame its dark interiors. Some people have a hard time
Only a few could look upon describing sailors to the
its face w/calm. undernourished.
Most of the people fell instantly The decks are starving
under its dull friendly terror. Time to throw the cargo over
They looked to the calm ones Now down & the high-sailing
but saw only a green fluttering of smiles on the air
military coat. w/its cool night time disturbance
Repent! Tropic corridor
None of the old Things worked. Tropic Treasure
disciple What got us this far to this
Scar mild equator
death Now we need something
Magic & someone new
Prison when all else fails
Garden we can whip the horse's eyes
Shelter & make them cry
Princess & sleep
of Sorrow France is 1st, Nogales round-up
Wilderness Angel Cross over the border-
dancing wings land of eternal adolescence
of envy quality of despair unmatched
Call Me anywhere on the perimeter
Tomorrow Message from the outskirts
Bones calling us home
Landing This is the private space of a
Gold new order. We need saviors
Arrival To help us survive the journey.
Street. Steel thrust sucking space. Now who will come
Silent willful turbines, motors Now hear this
raving We have started the crossing
City of clouds, pirates of air. Who knows? it may end badly
Land of rainbows & scarlet rare The actors are assembled;
islands. immediately they become
We are here, parables. enchanted
Silent climbers. I, for one, am in ecstasy
The breast engine mattered. enthralled.
Monster in drag, a tin damsel Can I convince you to smile?
Shuddered & flew No wise men now.
Cut spent space Each on his own
Crazed ace grab your daughter & run
Collect "Oh God, she cried
The cake-walk. I never knew what
it meant to be real how can we hate or love or judge
I thought all this was a joke, in the sea-swarm world of atoms
I never let the horror, or All one, one All
the sweetness & the dignity How can we play or not play
penetrate my brain" How can we put one foot before us
"Let me up to see or revolutionize or write
the window. Dark Riders Does the house burn? So be it.
pass in the sunset The World, a film which men devise.
coming home from Smoke drifts thru these chambers
raiding parties. Murders occur in a bedroom.
The taverns will be Mummers chant, birds hush & coo.
full of laughter, wine, Will this do?
& later dancing, later Take Two.
dangerous knife throws. each day is a drive thru history
Antonio will be there The great hiway of dawn
& that whore, Blue Lady Stretching to slumber
playing cards w/silver pouring out from her greedy
decks & smiling at the night, palms a shore, to wander
& full glasses held aloft Hesitation & doubt
& spilled to the moon. Swiftly ensconced
I'm sad, so full of sadness" O Viking, your women
She's selling news in the market cannot save you
Time in the hall out on the great ship
The girls of the factory Time has claimed you
Rolling cigars Coming for you
They haven't invented musak yet And I came to you
So I read to them for peace
From The BOOK OF DAYS And I came to you
a horror story from the Gothic age for gold
a gruesome romance And I came to you
From the LA for lies
Plague. And you gve me fever
I have a vision of America & wisdom
Seen from the air & cries
28,000 ft. & going fast of sorrow
A one-armed man in a Texas & we'll be here
parking labyrinth the next day
A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird the next day
in an empty lot in Fresno &
Miles & miles of hotel corridors Tomorrow
& elevators, filled w/ citizens There's a belief by the
Motel Money Murder Madness Children of Man which states
Change the mood from glad to sadness all will be well
play the ghost song baby Search on man, calm savior
a young woman, bound silently, on Veteran of wars incalculable
a hostpital table, obviously pregnant, greed. Search on man, calm savior
is gutted & rifled of her empire God-speed & forgive you
objects of oblivion morning-star, fragrant
Drugs sex drunkenness battle meadow person girl
return to the water-world ~underwaterfall~
Sea-belly down
Mother of man down
Monstrous sleep-waking gentle swarming down
atomic world down
Anomic in social life down
down
deep well, that's what you
below get for living around
children of the caves will let their people
secret fires glow a Knock? would shatter
An explosion of birds my dreams' illusions
Dawn deportment & composure
Sun strokes the walls The struggle of a poor poet
An old man leaves the Casino to stay out of the grips
A young man reading pauses of novels & gambling
on the path to the garden & journalism
Bitter winter A quality of ignorance,
Fiction dogs are starving self-deception may be
The radio is moaning softly necessary to the poet's
calling to the dogs survival.
There are still a few Actors must make us think
animals left in the yard they're real
Sit up all night, Our friends must not
talking smoking make us think we're acting
Count the dead & wait They are, though, in slow
'til morning Time
Will warm names & faces My wild words
come again slip into fusion
Does the silver forest end? & risk losing
December Isles the solid ground
Hot morning chambers So stranger, get
of the New Day wilder still
Idiot first to awaken (be born) Probe the Highlands
w/shadows of new play Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
learned men courage milk, refined poison
in Sunday best of cockroach & tree-bark, leaves
we've had our chance to rest & fly-wings scraped from the
to mourn the passing of day land, a thick film; menstrual
to lament the death of our fluids no doubt add their splendour.
glorious member It is the eagle's drink.
(she whispers secret messages Why do I drink?
of love in the garden So that I can write poetry.
to her friends, the bees) Sometimes when it's all spun out
The garden would be here and all that is ugly recedes
forevermore into a deep sleep
Mexican parachute There is an awakening
Blue green pink and all that remains is true.
Invented of Silk As the body is ravaged
& stretched on grass the spirit grows stronger.
Draped in the trees Forgive me Father for I know
of a Mexican Park what I do.
T-shirt boys in their I want to hear the last Poem
Slumbering art of the last Poet.
-I fear that he's been -What is connection?
maim'd beyond all -When 2 motions, thought
recognition to be infinite & mutually
He hears them come & exclusive, meet in a
murmur over his corpse. moment.
Street Pizza. -Of Time?
funny, -Yes.
I keep expecting a -Time does not exist.
knock on the door There is no time.
-Time is a straight plantation. let's rather, maybe,
~The Connectors~ perhaps,
The diamonds shone like broken glass get fucking out in
Upon the midnight street the open, & by
And all atop the walls were wet swelling, jubilantly
Their white eyes glint & sleek Magnificently, end them.
Then from afar a gnome appeared
An angel flashed on furry feet
The boulevard became a river

NOTEBOOK
While waiting crowds began to quiver
I was in a motel watching
Whiskey in my hand
Her breath was soft, the wind was warm
Someone in a room was born
POEMS
Accomplishments: There are images I need to
To make works in the face create my own reality
of the void Discovery
To gain form, identity Angels & Sailors (rich girls)
To rise from the herd-crowd Backyard fences, tents
Public favor dreams watching each other
Public fervor narrowly
even the bitter Poet-Madman is Soft luxuriant cars
a clown Girls in garages
Treading the boards stripped, out to get
Cold electric music liquor & clothes
Damage me Half-gallons of wine
Rend my mind & six-packs of beer
w/your dark slumber Tender corral. Jumped.
Cold temple of steel Humped. Born to suffer.
Cold minds alive Made to undress in
on the strangled shore the wilderness.
Veterans of foreign wars -Hey man you want girls
We are the soldiers of Pills grass come-on
Rock & Roll Wars I show you good time
Whether to be a This place has everything
great cagey perfumed Come-on, I show you
beast Burlesque Beat
dying under the Can we resolve the past- lurking jaws
sweet patronage joints of Time- the base- to come
of Kings of age in a dry place- holes & caves
& exist like luxuriant The music was new black polished
flowers beneath the chrome & came over the summer
emblems of their like liquid night- the D.J.'s
Strange empire Took pills to stay awake & play
or by mere insouciant for 7 days.
faith The General's son had a sister.
slap them, call their cards They went down to see him.
spit on fate & cast hell They went to the studio & someone
to flames in usury knew him. Someone knew
by dying, nobly the T.V. Showman.
we could exist like He came to our home room party &
innocent trolls played records & when he left,
propogate our revels in the hot noon sun, & walked
& give the finger to the to his car, we saw the Chooks
gods in our private had written F-U-C-K on his
bedrooms windshield. He wiped it off
w/a white rag & smiling cooly, w/plenty of precision
drove away. & a back beat narrow
"He's rich. Got a big car." & hard to master
My friend drove an hour each day some call it heavenly
from the Mts. The bus gives in its brilliance
you a hard-on w/books in your others mean & rueful
lap. We shot the bird at the of the Western dream
black M.P. I love the friends I have
My gang will get you. Scenes gathered together
of rape in the arroyo. Seductions On this thin raft
in cars, abandoned buildings. we have constructed pyramids
Fights at the food stand. in honor of our escaping
The dust. The Shoes This is the land where
Opened shirts & raised collars. The pharaoh died-
Bright sculptured hair. Children
Spades dance best, from the hip. The river contains specimens
Someone shot the bird on the The voices of singing women
afternoon dance show. They gave call us on the far shore
out free records to the best & they are saying
couple. "Forget the Night
Always a playground instructor, live w/us in Forests
never a killer. Always a bridesmaid of azure" (meager food for
on the verge of fame, or over, souls forgot)
he maneuvered 2 girls into his I tell you this;
hotel room. One, a friend, no eternal reward will
and a newer stranger, vaguely forgive us now for
Mexican or Puerto Rican. wasting the dawn
Poor boy's thighs & buttocks, scarred One morning you awoke
by a father's belt. She's trying & the strange sun
to rise. Story of her boyfriend & opening your door...
& teen-age stone death games. "Now listen to this:
Handsome cat, dead in a car. I'll tell you about
Come here Texas Radio & the Big Beat
I love you. Soft driven slow & mad
Peace on earth like some new language
Will you die for me Reaching your head
eat me w/the cold & sudden fury
this way of a divine messenger
the end Let me tell you about
-I'm surprised you could get it up. heartache & the loss
He whips her lightly, sardonically of God
w/belt. Wandering, wandering
-Haven't I been thru enough? she asks. in hopeless night
The dark girl begins to bleed. The negroes in the forest
It's Catholic heaven. I have an brightly feathered
ancient Indian crucifix around let me show you the maiden
my neck. My chest is hard w/wrought-iron soul
& brown. Lying on stained & Out here on the perimeter
wretched sheets w/a bleeding Virgin. there are no stars
We could plan a murder, or Out here we is stoned
Start a religion. immaculate"
I want to tell you Time works like acid
about Stained eyes
Texas Radio & the Big Beat You see time fly
it comes out of the Virgin Swamps The face changes as the heart beats
cool & slow & breathes
We are not constant A new siren. Not cop, Fire,
We are an arrow in flight New York ambulance or european
The sum of the angles of change movie riot news but the strange
Her face changed in the car siren predicting war. She ran
eyes & skin & hair remain to the window. The yellow thing
the same. But a hundred similar had risen.
girls succeed each other. Fear is a porch where winds
The sidewalkers moved faster slide thru in the North
We joined the current. Suddenly A face at the Window that
the cops, plastic shields & visors, becomes a leaf
wielding long thin truncheons An eagle sensing its disaster
like wands, in formation, But soaring gracefully above
clearing the street the other way. A rabbit shining in the night
To get near or stay away. Still wet from a strange dream
Cafes were taking in tables dawn burst
putting chairs on upside scarring the chamber's
down, pulling the steel playpen roof where all things lie
safety bars. Whistles as I sat w/her & sipped cold sherry
the vans arrive. Moustached Airport.
soldiers. We leave the scene. (Caesura = ante-room to hell)
Eyes of youth, wary, gleaming. Start again: Should the events of those
The church. A pastoral scene days...Dream of incest & expulsion
of guitars, drums, flutes, from the tribe. Big Sister. It's called
harps, & lovers. Past the clap. Get on over here, mother-of-pearl.
Shakespeare & Co., the restaurants I was a virgin. It lasted 10 seconds.
w/elegant patrons, cross Well don't then. "I can't relax." Roll the
street, the small Jazz leather pants up tightly for the morrow
district (Story Ville) a hour. They deserted me, deserted the cause, message
miniature New Orleans. or word for another god. "We're kicking
Negroes in African shirts. you out of our universe!" He ask'd for you.
A street brass band. I'll bet he did.
"Fare well to my web footed friends" Crowd smiles, Mystery of the dream
jogs, & sings. a woman or girl is trying
Move past. San Michel Blvd. to appear
The Statue. The Seine. Bonfires The Killer-Mexican, naked
of cardboard buzz evilly, except for shoes.
down the blvd. Fire-tenders. People, a family not connected
Smell of smoke. Approach closer move at hypnotic cross lines
nearer. Suddenly screams out of still frame
long warhoops & the crowd runs 2 men, detectives, following
back. And as we flee, searching, sifting thru
they attack from behind. back & side lit rooms, holding
Pressed against cafe tables. muted counsel. Hats, suits.
Subway & news Kiosk- A Brothers.
girl beaten, her cries. Can't People in a wood, a park.
hear blows. Rain. (Man w/bottle) The Killer lurks in his
Join me at the demonstraion own world.
We join groups under trees dreams of children & families
& rain. Tall public buildings. return to the sub-world
Join us at the demonstration. to assimilate & guide events
Dreams are at once fruit & outcry New Orleans, sleep, (death's
against an atrophy of the senses. friend, death's sister)
Dreaming is not solution. cattle, horses
We awoke, talking. Telling dreams. faces get rubbery, clown-painted,
an explosion during the night stupid sly & wise & knowing
The mystery of flight Bitter tree of consciousness
To be inside the brain of a bird Lamerica
goal-the end of a goddess A fast car in the night-the road
to slide gracefully & Lamerica
knowledgeably into graveland Progress of The Good Disease
The Big Dream Lamerica
vs Those indians, dreams, &
Violent assassination of the cosmic spinal bebop in blue.
Spirit & neck & skull The cosmic horrors. The cosmic
wounded he arrived heebeejeebies. A combo of brain
The dark American Sunset tissue, blood, shit, sweat
The night like a vast sperm & steel, mixed w/grease
conspiracy to dream, hold & liquid fire, ovaric calendars
court in the swaying sand Magnified on inner
Tijuana-the anus of Night Television lust-face, mirrors
a cartoon of civilization into Nothing, great silence
Whores are bores in the opens layers of prehistoric
American Night chinese monsters. The mouths,
What will we see in the the mouths, the cellular MAW.
bowels of the night, in A young Witch from
The frosted cave where dreams N.Y. is laying novice hexes
are made, right before your on my brain-pan, projecting
eyes. Prophecy w/out money. images of embryo development
This song must have the sad on my psychology.
common strangeness of currency Her terrified wildness
coin of the realm. Bitter disturbs my generals.
embers. Scent of pine smoke Baby, now I dig your
Fire-Night, special breeding nightmare visions, & your
exercises. An excuse for sadness & your bitchery
crime. High School of the But, yet, thank you for
Night. Silence of a school These spells. It gets
at night. my pen moving.
Acid dreams & Spanish Queens The screaming maggot
L'America (another?, lone?, voice) group-grope called life.
Asthma child, the fumidor It's time for the desert wild.
Lamerica Lust capital.
Duchess, rabbit, the woods by the road Time for an island, get
Lamerica drunk, write & sail.
Pearl Harbor-Shot of the road "I saw the Hell of women
Lamerica back there."
Conceived in a beach Town Women are obsolete
Lamerica "Little Wine-dig that girl"
Relevance of beach or Lakes We placate women w/
Lamerica food & song
Sinks, snakes, caves w/water w/sex, marriage, babies
Florida You dig kids, Jim
Homo/-sex/uality Yeah, some of them are nice
Lamerica I like your wife
Religion & the Family Democracy of souls
Lamerica The guided tour
Plane crash in the Eastern Woods "I am a guide to the labyrinth"
Virginia city is inside of body made manifest
Bailing-out over rice-fields meat organs & electrical
Lamerica power plants
Guerrilla band inside the town The place where, walking down
Lamerica death-row ("You look like you're"),
maps - AMERICUS - a river-vein Hope you'll find me wanting
we ride along. Take me to bed
give form to the passing world Get me drunk (lay me out)
Freeways are a drama, a new The bride-to-be lies in her bed
art form. Signs. Houses. listening to
Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks Festivities below
at a bus-stop. He steals her-in a dream
car cemetery Star fish gluttony
The abandoned cars What are the word-forms
The color of car paint, new at night for co(s)mic encounter
under neon wedding flesh & mind
The dead reside in cars in one body
-the old man, filthy, Tender island Night
keeper of the graveyard And a promise of fever
Children, curious, throw stones & scars that burst
please like me at blossom depths
says the shrew & more green silver
what can I do? Us wrestling in the warm temple of summer
I love her. beside the temple
Woman's voice: cool inside
The palace of sperm seems warm tonight -He took my hand.
Man: He spoke to me-
Umm. gloom gloom doom ruin. Black horse hooves galloping sun
Woman: mad chariot race burning
Marble porches. The grand ball room. mad fiery chariot race
Silver smiles. Trumpets. Dancing mad girl & mad boy
Man My feathered son flew
I want only you too near to the sun.
Woman a moving
This time come in me like an astronaut or movement
Send snakes in my orbit away from
Man a station
We can accomplish miracles (weigh station)
when we're together. Sound of lone car & low radio
Woman A waving (good-bye to relations)
Alone a way from
Man a waving
w/the night to guide us a motion
Don't start that panic amazement
Love Street parade a moment
No one's afraid of the law amazing
Someone escaped a waving
To the shore (call radio breaks in)
Your image of me / my image of you Uh, we have a message
in brak brak
one-night scenes He follows a woman into the firmament
out on the coast The solids, sonnets
Won't work anymore elaborate requisitions for the god-soul
Soft parade ah my bright jewelled town
Love Street brigade a Widow's band
I bring these few rags roping sailors & hill-folk together
back home this evening congeal on this flat spire
& lay them at your feet to partake of mineral jets
Miserable witness "he's sick" he should be sleeping
to a day of tragic peaceful by air, a movie of dead nights
sadness & disbelief in a wound, suffer to give out
your red-blue lighter's flame To participate in the creation.
w/calm precision To screw things up. To bring Things
your certainty lives in a match into being.
or a mind The Crossroads where the car hides.
The huts are free evening cliff-dwellers Lies. Resides. A meeting-place
The trees, losing their variance, die sadly of Worlds. Where dreams are made.
w/grandeur Where anything is possible. Demons
O soft redness & palest blue lie.
like a babie's window The car is steel & chrome. The wood-pile.
This is the hour you rule Top of the pile. The heap. The graveyard.
& invite Ventures, quests, Where metal is reduced to its common
trips to the electric valley down mute element. To be reborn. A tale
"Mana Man" of rebirth in the wilderness. To become
He gets them into the dark hour chaos & come back.
By playing singing stories hypnosis 2 spade chicks, or a king & queen,
wilderness the island comment from the balcony.
Led out of bondage (back there) The types of society pass on the boards.
Viciously peeling fruit Microcosm in a thimble.
Disguised as "Players" times change, damaged
command Performance cat's blood rectify in haste
See-thru village cactus furrows, wild
old hot forest of cars thrift catalog of grace
cruel ambience The chase bore inward
Leopard snake dance raise'd wet & westward shadows
swift lions of doubt To the strange trust
crouch in the window on the south bow
& wait Augment pure shouter's drawl
for her to come & light the candle
do you have Night is comin' on
straight jackets & we're outnumbered
for the guests By the waves, each soldier
yes we do bristling w/his trowel
When the still sea conspires an armor To search & claim us
And her sullen and aborted Teach our burial
Currents breed tiny monsters, The mind works wonders
True sailing is dead. for a spell, the lantern breathes
Awkward instant enlightens, then farewell
And the first animal is jettisoned, Each shipmate oars to under-
Legs furiously pumping stand & eyes unoptic strains
Their stiff green gallop, to hear:
And heads bob up We came from over here,
Poise to over there
Delicate Then told we wonder
Pause mindless to degree
Consent Most seldom furls
In mute nostril agony begins a century
Carefully refined Planes are groaning mothers
And sealed over In our feeble insect wars.
The original temptation was to destroy. Nylon condoms stream behind her Trojan
The Cliffs. The Road. The Walls. Warriors on their dreadful writhing flight.
Original heroism-to bluff the elements Bailed out, sucked
of fire. To call creatures into the storm. from her metal belly,
The original heroism was to fall. To ball. one thin wire is left to prophesy return,
The All. Natural man. jump freely.
Swallowing air in the brief canal. Mexican Khaki, the green womb.
The ground leaps up like dogs Distrust all lovely words like green & womb.
to snap, the field, & rolling pain. (Obey the father.
Swamps, rice fields, danger. Run.)
Gunned down, over ten of them Escape back into the landscape,
struggling w/the wet placenta dry as meat, dusty, narrow.
While some land back in oceans. Dog licks shit
Skin-divers float, free-float, Mexican girl whore sucks my prick.
in the uterus. (Open windows on the town.
The sea is a Vagina which Open pores on foreign air.)
may be penetrated at any point. The car rasps quiet.
Ah, the rule was war, as friendship Motor destroys itself on rotten fuel.
faltered. Families quarrelled, as usual, The pump is ill.
in their chambers. The race suffered. The hose has a steel nozzle.
We traveled. We left home & beauty. Flesh of her rolls flesh away
Ah, into these ships, again, we hastened. in waves, The waters part
The creation of power is slow-wasted. dry scalps beneath the hair
Borrowed fillings. Brace for the brine. nude-white & very rare
Heaven kept, hour dated. Winds fermented And when she exits bed, the barge
madness & kept parlour rife & rancid. To bathe in ocean's tile & under
Crews took leave of sour concubines surgeon's glare, blinking
& habits. The sea is no place for a lady. I bask on the red floor of a Red Sea
Lads larked & frolicked, pulvering waves Crime begins in the bed, the home,
they would seek into the deep. It's a low tide that talks
Ark! Ark! to rocks, & leaves
Cathay or Venice. Worlds beyond, & rust in its wake, & dry things crackling.
Worlds after. I fucked the dregs of the ruins
This story has no moral. of an empire
Trust not sleep or sorrow. I fucked the dust and the
The fife-man croons the lull to wake horrible queen
& Brings strong soldiers to a windy beach I fucked the chick at the
India ink, ink of India gates of the Maya
There are no more rich colors I fucked all your women
Black neon, blocks away, & treated the same
Escapes back smooth w/respect for your warriors
in the desert sea. returned from the
There's an appearance of sweat Kingdom
on Italian silk skin. fucked w/the Negroes
Slap the rude face, & twist in cabs of the drivers
into the doorway. Fucked little infants of North
Then reappear, w/drums & glass Indo-China
in jewels of laughter as one Branded w/Napalm & screaming
called "The Gladiator", in pain
Hair claimed by flame of fire. pencilled heaven
(Insulting to be back. my regards
The dreaded, dismal day.) no when to stop
Jail is a pussy coil, There's someone at the door.
dry as meat, dog-faced, A rapist rushes in.
clever. No pain. No death.
(Handsome dog & the shot gun eye.) It's us, over & over again.
We leap the wall, dog & I, We're coming in.
To hang choking on fence collar chain. All right, search the place.
Mate follows leap to suffer You won't find anything.
String-throat, hollow, madness cry. Seeing all perspectives at once.
(In this "hollow" we were born.)
When everything freezes swooping swirling
& kind of turns back Tunnelling Thundering Tumbling
in on itself. hell, O, down
feast green beast, spurred on by (That's as down as I can
sex, seasoned in silence, w/held get right now, on a
from slumber, silent in the deep pale Mainstream, & I am pretty
night beast lanquid a cool a cunt high, far gone)
a forest flower awoken now breathe Thank god I have the
utter a word of reproach for fair Sweet warm promise of
swifty flyers agon of night a woman there to keep
The dream car the outlaw star me warm
now he sits reclines in a terrible mansion So this is where my fine warm
made more monstrous by the dark stroke poetry (pottery) has got
of slumber me,
The car is a purple foil beast dead in the led me
night. Neon is its sign his rich home back to Madness
soft luxuriant car death gave grace & the men who made me
shaken to the soil He stood in a strange You think I don't know that!
centre by the meeting pt. of worlds your poetry is so obsessed
This crossroads of desert flies the I like my madmen cold
corpse of sand batteries the ignition The abandoned Hotel
What did happen! He screams at camera flowers dirt on its walls
Here she lie bleeding, blue wounds The labyrinth of bowels
just to tell us in our floppy hats Moves slowly in grim waste
it's over. The cops are rubber animals Children play here, wait
w/surgeons cold pride, w/out their & sway here, tiring to her
glamour. The ambulance attendants swoon arched summer
are sudden amateurs, good-natured in and languid by the bow
this foreign chore. The cliffs no longer Sits Esther, made up
contain faces. "I know what jail is like a queen, port in
like" & "I know about time". a storm, striking fire-bells
So we played the carnival. Car. Carne. in her drawers, chalking
Feast of meat. Celebration of blood. the black street w/wild lies
O lucky ones who enjoy the dumb show O how could this be done to me
The reptile farm. The snake farm. great dancer's Witness
Woman & Monkey. The sign. The sign. God, you are a satyr in disguise
Search for the Tree. The place. The sink Thus cruelly & uselessly to
Big Dismal Rend my life awry
Goes in 2 ways. Spirit & meat. (sex) I'll lie here stolen, in cold wind
You cannot join what can't be joined in the road, until peace freezes
You cannot travel 2 roads over,
(He road off in all directions) & hallows me.
Hand Grenade Rude ghost bastard.
Very brave Ah! Who comes now.
all the rage an afternoon of summer
to tempt loneliness dread
upon Front page I'm afraid to meet all
gold head lines the rest of my brothers
w/Ali Khan & all the rest in distress
Onassis, Blues Couldn't we get in one
BB Albert Collins big Movie
gin & tonic Blow it all on one
give him a high martin i Grand Floozie
get him down & end it all
the prancing clown YAH
will bring the empire YEAH
an autograph sends respects open Sinygog
to her Twin open sesame
everyone wants a Christ The Party of new connection
& no one will give it to him mind made free
Mohammed, the enchanter Love cannot save you
Keeper of Harems from your own fate
Buddha, inkindergardened Art cannot soothe
under his tree, w/ Words cannot tame
not a moon-glow, The Night
mindless Thought for you Scour the mind w/diamond
& me brushes. Cleanse into Mandalas.
(This does not mean I want Memory keeps us wicked & warm.
or wish to be prey to people The Time temple. Who'll go 1st?
God forbid) Cloaked figures huddled by walls.
& look at the steeple A head moves clocklike slowly.
a mindless wit am I I'm coming. Wait for me.
dickless, looking at the sky Lessons on becoming
a hole in the clouds a revolutionary
where a mind hides an actor
Pagodas-temples (a prophet!)
in child's raw hope or a poet
animal in a tunnel There's still good friends
defined by the light to assist & relieve you
around him Mercenary whim
These evil subsidies for her or for him
these shrouds First become a
surround Visionary-Scientist
If it's no problem, why mention it. radiocal biochemical
Everything spoken means that, aviationary sky-diver
it's opposite, & everything else. Then contact your local pub-
I'm alive, I'm dying. lic accountant (he'll tell you
The end of the rainbow how to spread the seeds of doubt)
put all my screaming phantasies Maids are bickering in the hall
into one giant The day is warm
Box-trap Last night's perfume
image of self-image-propagation I lie alone in this
image of elation cool room
Ungulation My mind is calm & swirling
limit 1st tree like the marble pages of an
image of Utopia old book
a slaughter of phantoms I'm a cold clean skeleton
innocent-guilty scarecrow on a hill
The Human World in April
bounded by words Wind eases the arches
& dust of my boney Kingdom
sweet soft & velvet Wind whistles thru my mind
dust & soul
medium trust My life is an open book
Heaven or Hell the circus or a T.V. confession
of your actions I wish a storm would
To Play come & blow this shit
(chance is god here) away. Or a bomb to
at Carnival burn the Town & scour
assuage the guilt the sea. I wish clean
The deep fear death would come to me.
The separate loneliness
If only I (currency
could feel pale green
The sound greasy
of the sparrows ornate
& feel child hood soft
pulling me furrowed
back again texture)
If only I could feel Skin or leather
me pulling back Enter the slip
again of the warm womb tide
& feel embraced Wet labyrinth kiss
by reality digging the wells
again & riding the lies
I would die all holes & poles
Gladly die Walk down a street
It has been said that A drive to the beach
on birth we are trying Drowning man's flash
to find a proper womb A town in siege
for the growth of our The Desert
Buddha nature, & that -roseate metallic blue
on dying we find a & insect green
womb in the tomb of the blank mirrors &
earth. This is my pools of silver
father's greatest a universe in
fear. It shouldn't be. one body
Instead, he should Bibulous compound of
be trying to find me muck & mulch milk
a better tomb. Tenebrous connections
The end of the dream in forest & farm
will be when it all-swarming dish-like
matters elegance
all things lie Say No More
Buddha will forgive me -That sure was a mouthful.
Buddha will -You said it.
-The cycle begins anew you must confront
a luring lulling sick-sad maddening your life
haunting ego-familiar strain which is sneaking up
calls the wayward wanderer on you
home again like a rapt coiled
a music mosaic made of all image serpent
tunes preceeding snail-slime
The whistle or warm woman's cry that you must confront
calls the child home from play the inevitable
Thank you, O Lord eventually
For the white blind light Bloody Bones has got you!
A city rises from the sea hope is just a word
I had a splitting headache when you think in
from which the future's made. Table Cloths
Laughter will not end
her funny feeling

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or assuage our
strange desire
We must tie all these Children will be born
desperate impressions together Welcome to the American Night
Money, the beauty of where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame They'll be here long
to be tamed before we're gone
by The Night Sunning themselves
in a quiet soft luxuriant on the marble porch
car Raging w/in against
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway the slow heat
Cock-pit Of an invaded Town
I am real The Kingdom is ours
Take a snapshot of me Translations of the divine
He is real, shot in all languages. The Blues,
Reality is what has been The records get you high,
concealed from us in armies / on swift channels.
for so long The new dreamer will sing
birth sex death to the mind w/thoughts
we're alive when we laugh unclutched by speech.
when we can feel the Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.
rush & spurt of blood Midnite showings.
blood is real in its redness electric storm
the rainbow is real in from the front
absence of blood barometer at zero
Sudden attack forest
Stabbed & hacked but no blue-eyed dog
pain no death strangled by snow
Zone of silence Night storm
Sudden powered flight-drive thru deserts
mute strangeness neon capitals, Wilderness
& awareness echoed & silenced
most awkward to the mind by angels
alive w/love & laughter Angel Flight
& memory sweet of kinder to tobacco farm
times the roadhouse
when we spoke & words tomorrow
had soft form by get ready for the Night
a fire the rumors on waking
This is my forest a gradual feeling of
a sea of wires. learning & remembering
This gaggle of vision imagine a heaven in the
is my flame. night-time
These trees are men, would one member be missing?
the engineers. The form is an angel of soul
And a tribe of farmers from horse to man to boy
on their Sunday off. & back again
Gods-the directors. Music sex & idea are the
Cameras, greek currents of connection
Centaurs on the boom, friendship transition
sliding w/silent conductor of soul from the
Mobile grace fat brain of stealth
Toward me- to sunset
a leaping clown Work out
In the great sun's eye. Welcome to the night
Grand danger there Welcome to the deep good
in curved thigh. dark American Night
The avenging finger- a man gets time to die
lord. his amber waste
Dancing & thrashing sloven footsteps of swine
the reptile summer
in the camps, w/dark black
lumber
crooked stars have destiny's
number
Lord help us
Leave the informed sense
in our wake
you be Christ
on this package tour
-Money beats soul-
Last words, last words
out