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RAIN OVER THE MOUNTAIN

WHEN you’re done the poet heard people in the hall, and hushed music.
He was lying on his back and his lips started to taste blood and the chorus came up
and the boys started to sing and Oh oh oh You are alone in the river!

You’re all damned in hell. All the aborted babies screamed, “So lucky to meet you!”
I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment.
You’re all sinners and damned in hell. I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment!

Hush
Hush

You can take it. We’re the good guys and you’re the bad ||
Right now it doesn’t matter! That your frail screams rise to heaven
We’re the good guys and you’re the bad
Right now it doesn’t matter.

Tears up through her veins go insane
and begging God to stop the rain.

A self-appointed Judge judging and jury.
The world gives it’s life for greater end.
Her angel stood by too long and now plucks
it’s eyes out and lights another cigarette
to comprehend how dead is so dead.

So soft is skin. So scared. Addiction is flesh
and blood.

:: 06.19.2022 ::


THE DEEP SEA DREAM

As the wave erupts and floods you in your sleep.
Imperceptibly you slide towards the madness of dreams.
You feel the sticky dampness of a nightmare.
Your dilated eyes as magnet tar pit traps drowning in white ocean.
The wave of sleep reaches up to hug you gently,
holding your limbs. Taut, anchored to the bed.
your brain without moorings off your paralyzed tongue ~~
the waves finally drowning you in the coolness of dreams
beyond all fathoms.

:: 06.19.2022 ::


CREATIVITY AND INSANITY

IN my eyes i see nothing
comes the ghosts of life
The sun comes burning
Secret elders of seven
look down and judge me

Upon a stone of iron
i struck with my heart
my hand on the sword
my love within my heart
a traveler of sweet words

All to be revealed.

To build a tower to skies
strong we were making life
and another Voice spoke
saying, “ooh. What they
can do if we allow them.”

And the Spirit of Love
touched each heart of
our men — we confused
speaking different
and the sun lost our eyes

As i screamed i said
oooooooh oooooooh
father you confused us.

Lost in creativity and
in insanity by the river
of autumn leaves ~~~~
so the four winds of
fear came and brought me
into the celestial sphere.

:: 06.09.2022 ::


EXPLAINING THE WERELINGSFirst Order of the Court (PART 02)

“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”

So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.

Was called the First Order of the Court!

Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.

“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”

A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.

“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”

THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.

Shit.

“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!

aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.

:: 04.19.2022 ::


EXPLAINING THE WERELINGS

WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.

The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.

Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.

It’s a prophecy.

The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.

Ergo; short lives compared to humans.

Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!

Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)

“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.

Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?

MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.

Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.

:: 04.19.2022 ::


TO REPEAT MYSELF WITHOUT BEING CRUEL

HOW we eat grapes with swollen lips     how we give blood for Love
      how butterflies float-dip      and    grass     barely stands
while so wrecked we are  “oh those memories!”

For the most i hope all meaning   isn’t lost within a small madness
for most i hope: my escape   wasn’t much too laggy-loosey
but to be free is the shit     yes, it’s all inside our heads
now universal jester   court jester of humans ~
i appreciate that but please
to appreciate that but please
nothing is to explain how my heart drips wonderful
memories across all of eternity? [yes]  Does it have to be?
Was it meant for me?

Then she kissed and said,  “Stay asleep and keep faith.  To be
true so true is to repeat yourself
~ “There’s so many ways to confuse your head.” ~

If by meaning — i repeat myself — /Crack a slice from now \ — kick
off your shoes to find yourself free)(  for the most i wish by feelings
in morning you’ll begin to see the light which you slept last night
— slip drops stand rolled discuss dead air and please explain
about the many ways we can believe in life
when we leave the Love we held so close.

We held so close.

It’s a Soul boy.  Nothing more.  Never need to discuss it again — slip out the side
between white and gray — light or dark will set you free.

:: 04/14/2022 ::


ECHOS INSIDE THE TRUNK OF A TREE

What, sir, what?
He looked at my face.

“I think your name is Viola!”
He exclaimed, waving his hand.

He acted quite surprised,
when the Queen’s Viola herself
crushed into him, almost, as she said,

“My dear man, it is here, quite naturally,
that we keep our mysteries. And to keep mysteries
and to give secrets…I did you the whole
world over—in no time while you slept,
when, instead, I lay down beside you
to keep you company, quieter than the others.

You slept, and when you awoke, again I went to sleep.
When you awoke again, I again visited your bedside.
And then it was too much: my legs were too tired,
my form too pliant, my reveries too pregnant
with yearning, too exhausted by dreams to make
much of these close, fumbling tokens:
my sacred braid.

After that, you were conscious:
I helped you dress, and then—
you carried me off to the balcony,
and here we are, tonight,
where I took my first great pleasure:
I acted, rather than spoke;
I play, rather than set to music.”

THEN, magically, heavenly, Viola is able to wield her
musical instruments to render the fallen body of
a trumpe, a siren of ancient seas. As though, the title
of manuscript like the benediction, ‘Ubi Stancendo’
cannot be bought with gold, like a Talmudic scholar
who has escape from Heaven to Hell.

That was the first date.

: 10:35 PM 4/7/202210:35 ::


THE SHOCK OF IT

THE SHOCK of it.

A mother telling her son: “My son, I won’t let you go to California.”

A young man carries her baby all day long in slings telling him to grow.

Music is ringing into an empty silent room
: a woman lost to grief; and a boy unable to place her
and then her voice and him singing a hard melody, so darkly ironic.

A little singing voice sounds in the distance about a fist coming down hard
on her right breast which hurts beyond words —

: a shadow on the porch

a young woman
a single mother —
chasing blackbirds;
a ghost.

Damp gravel slush raining down on a wood tree, big as a house
covered with silk flowers.

A light touches its branches, fades:

“Ring-a-ling!
Ring-a-ling!”

Mama cries: “Can you make a fairy home out of this?”

“Yep,” I say —

“that’s what I do all day.”

burned bird: the bird must go

(She alone will turn my face to this flame)
bunch of very small black bodies: flocking, in a shadow
of magic, so small, they see their souls away across the ocean
within bird-wings is a full moon.

gone.

HUNTING BOY at the butcher

pink of his heels: she hands him

the armful of feathers

of a dead hawk’s nest,

“now,” she says,

“a nice plumy body and yellow bill.”

// :: 02.09.2022 :: \\


Sprawling Glass

SITTING so pretty was that Thing
under a one-in-a-million-year Sun
so here i am inside my small world
kicked off my worries like a little bird
seriously knotted inside a ball without
shoelace: every time i talk to you it
seems you throw yourself inside a psychological
cheat /don’t ever allow them to see you please\
dying skies heave a breath AND
nuns turn the pages of gnostic gothic novels
all caught up in their sticky grace only one smiles
truely and how they think they’ve won
only because the shit has hit the wall
so never let them see you beat feet
it’s the One’s call (break! break the mirror
of perception and eat the sprawling glass inside
your Inner Light).

:: 01.11.2022 ::


SEE ME WHILE THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH MY SOUL

I am here with Favorites
and I am with No One
I am Love and the world Hates
Inside mental Estates
Compared upon merits
by profane scarlet objects
universal law sealed false
bonds of Love as oft as mine!

:: 12.28.2021 ::