Tuesday, July 9, 2013

S.B.T. 375

judgment



do you realize how far outside of the formula for judg-a-ment we are at this space/time? the Captain said incredulously, staring at the control panels, sweaty brow, making a re-ality-calculation

all that time: "why didnt I or couldnt i cease the nervous drumming" i asked myself in wonderment. at what had been, from here, looking so ridiculous (ly back on times past) and wondering if i should don the tablecloth and wear it like a scarf and say the god-almighty heaven with it

my guide says i needn't hold back, she says that, i open the tissue box.
Someone would want to cast a wan smile in this spot but not me, i won't do that. too much trouble.

The point was to try and break open a discovery of any certain depth measurement in the ghost trails, those wispy footprints, the little rabbit-hops, behind. Those observable signs to navigate backwards with.

 the trail seems to be going though the wood, winding around granite rocks and sacred ladyslippers. 

"You gotta be quick!" the rabbit calls ahead, checking his watch, making sure to be in sync with diaphanous skinny time, snappy time, moderno, in the flow,
even so— the concept can be stretched out to where timing is divine, so relax, baby, relax. 

Fleetwood Mac - Gyspy -Stevie Nicks







Wednesday, July 3, 2013

S.B.T. 374


The Odyssey of Mother Mud




viewfinders fixed on the hill predict thunder
in gress in hale and exhale
scout and scale invisible fences
marking space between bluebeards,
and
diminisht morning fog largesse

dawning rumblegong celestes
spam the eternal bandwidth
the music stalks the sleep of soldiers
camped with pyres aflame
aromatic clairvoyage
dispersed by the spy-eyed commandant 

thermographic drilling
burns thru the maintop crust
fingering oily veins and
operant interagencies.

creaturedom
with chiller quickness
fly over fluted hills
feathers webs and feet fluoresced

a rainbow in the past tenseless,
a birdsong premiere
the bass notes quiver
instrumentally plucking
a confession of squints
and chuggy sticky cusswords

deities hands entwined,
postmortem r purchased in
postmodern unums
undercut by diplomatique dialogue
forgotten technicum and
valium of remotest sorcery
supreme tally of griffin dodges;

warming up, the gypsy banda 
behind unkempt tables of baccarat 
the accordion cries
the straightest why
above distant telephonic ringinginginging

cobblestone memorials
within earshot
of the palpable sage: guess what
animal crucibles and all the facts
roughened, and skimpy, decompose
bagworm sacks in the bellydrome
where poised aircraft abide, in lethal waiting.

de-ess the declaration, go ahead
mute the horns of variance
and fortify the rapport of blood
capitulate guncotton and 
say good-bye to immortal shadows
and angelical axioms

appraise her farmhouse effluvium
intoxicate her shake and roll 
her mudquake foundations,
reallocate her rotation.
with paradox
in a chorus of tearful anthems
for the squatters arcade hears cacophonous
music from the land of bendable agenda

retrace the tiretracks on the vegasdegas blvd
where magnifico blackjacks and bluebirds stroll
even just one green glycemic
wherewithall preconception
shivers me tamarind timbers
—a pan flute vibrates in the backbone 
hidden in hyphenated raw space index

bleach the lyric, hang the words out to dry
while back home in the gentle naturale
a windblown dairymaid a dearyard doe
with swallows in her blood
dreams of celeste music in
an epilogue of homages 
but watercolors blur in ways
that spill polarized reverse

and then they reembark with clemency,
samurai and
turbans and maharajahs
skiddooing
from futuristic sulphides
digging shelter deep enough
2 bug out anonymously

firedampend works misjudged
comboscillating "oh purple mountain majesties"
burdend and snuft to gray
over the disrobed hills

they sway with hearsay 
entreat with barbs 'n' rucks
making hurried sacrifice
prefrozen ruptuals
distorted w/complimentary casings

huggermugger valhalla gnome
sniffs the orange blossom
while masqued minutiae
with dragonfly forewings
fix me with a brandy alexander
made with cognac and the milky way

the vanished ghost dance and tommyhawks 
and fishmeal fifer loofs
after words, we walked the long road
from the village to rhapsodize
on what was stored in the archepelago
beyond the starry horizon,

immortalizing the ancient quarreller allure
aloofly wearing sandals
we discuss the issues unendingly

who envisioned
that one logistical time
the aspirator would be stringently
reinvented for below surface dwellings
tucked behind nagual pine roots
nobody wearing the darned empty nightshirts
at the end, semiaquatic phrases are sung
over drumbeats of truth
through the bandwidth in the dawning
radiant blue
evermore