Monday, September 27, 2010

S.B.T. 284



on the right a mile down a fire
freedoms fall like cinders
his gun? why it meant a lot in the day
of ransoms for the whole father
easier to unthink wishes than narrate
standing kneedeep in a narrow riverbed
casting to catch the red-eye and give
up raspy whisky fairly straight

swore on a business idea
hey
elephant money for miles of monstrous morale
fat minutes shacked
together in a tight mancave spare p o w camp
sweaty morning scattered with showtime skiff
drunks and a lot of friendly dialect collected
asleep
a makebelieved hatter cussed out any reckoning
and cleaned up well later, looking ratty raddy ready
anyway, dying dollars spent over longer days
busted and shoved into ahundred trusted secrets
we hung out late and talked lonesome about
a ragged police door everybody went through
old regular goodness with no luck underneath
shooken we never wrote anything slim
every extreme from a greasy devil to the
name dropping of an hornery derringer
those around who lived never understood
in kitchen clothes respectably ignorant
nice breakfast tin
of hot-crossed bad blood genies
minutes passed till new hands ticked talked
lamps rolled and we hunted a quick forever
laughing a polite robbers oath
the light sent sure as candles
but something was left waiting
a number like howmany hogsigns
till nothing is forgotten tho better off gone

curious,
we pulled into mindtown
half past clay and white sand
the last fool looked at the coming mouthful
of broad rubs awakened in the nighthouse
stuck his ground with wanted wants
for a palace in which to lay uncomfortably
and came up against everything
six ways times 6 stock things drop
by mean books, time and a shaky rimshot
get going, get the country cabin judge and his fish son
they slid in and were soundlocked you know
away past parts mixed back before we won trouble
and cried out landishly

anyhow, the boy caught
a tale and hooked our supper
from atop mighty loose logs long and heavy
still on short notice
uncommonly beautiful brothers sleepy and wonderful
dropped crawled shed who knows?
we take miserableness warn out and bear
hardly a smooth olé from the bull



Monday, September 20, 2010

S.B.T. 283

how deep is the water


floating sensations
sealed in wax
like waning coincidence
like paper-rustling cats
a measure of moon pennies
in no cent bank
where we wade

in wait

love knowing bliss
some words will glow
wander about buoy chimes
the foghorn calls intent oh
Ananda sails so pretty
deepak raag in wind
gently exhales

slowly breathes in






Thursday, September 16, 2010

S.B.T. 282




la, la, la
lahlah lah luddy dah...


we r waltzing, me and the ghost ashley gone scarlet with the wind carolina marble nightshade deep carved velveteen by vermeer abreeziated in treetop T and ease
round n round
a wind-up dancing toy ballerina in the bottle of Bols the gold-flecked licuuuuure
same as atop precious kheer a cure for sure
served on bone china

diamond studded lacquer base kept in the secret jewel case

gothic glances interlock and watching from afar
a johnny masquerato on the ladder of my cohorts shadow

la, la, la
dahdah de duddy dah...

cameo dis appearance
languishing language in
langston blues


Tuesday, September 7, 2010

S.B.T. 281

stranger from merrywhere



where the thin line spray emanates at the perceived edge of water meets fizz/ native formula b4/ the cool blue air. nomansland comlient element

transposed boundaridissolvings and birth flags snakecrawl cross the 'film'

a complex convex projection w/same give/take

as eyes have when they

shake hands the first time on some new deal

in oyster colors like flamingo and china peapod


he smiles while trembling with fear or excellent searching for

something seen up close

dash 2 open the sewing basket, for a piece of a snipped zipper or a braided cord in shiny gold and metallic red, handtwist my hair into the same shape

with tangled ends round a thin tin of odd buttons w/a dent in the couture lid

is this it? i am asking, when i stumbled over a velvet pouch gathered at the top with twine and filled with various rare words he nods he nods at every little thing

all there or anywhere

speakin loungepowder like i never heard b4

oh yes, a boddhi, allknowing buddha child

enlightened ha ha thought makes me shout

'u couldnt be cruel even to save your life'


this inkling blinking thing

connects to the neoprene casing

his heart is dressed in, for deep seaventure

cold and dark one thousand leagues below sav ancient knowing

psychedelic fish pulse neon lines and bangle bars

phrase n blacklight tubulur rhythm there only a mojowoman

dares to dive