A Love So Large

When first we met, we marched towards dialogue -
When first we spoke, we marched towards love -
When first we loved, we marched towards ecstasy -
When first ecstatic, we marched towards the pit -
She crawled east – I crawled west -
We will march the circumference of the globe
Until we care not for Dialogue
or Love
or Ecstasy

we should die together -
as we first lived together -

others

The word for me never comes. Others do.

For the moment a coarse wall
has exploded a tumor – healthy tumor -
in my mind. Occasionally -
and not much more often than
a bare occasion -

There will be slime coming from the wall
& I don’t say that very often -

it is tempting to forcibly become
something different -
but how – is another question -

Do not tempt fate – fate requires no temptation -

temptation is expectation -

I would be a fool
if I thought that anything
was completely beyond recall -

Plans are made – plans are abandoned -

The road is packed – blacked -
crisp as a cage,
exceptionally waged,
I destroyed the trail that I tracked -

If I had to photograph one road -
It would be the next one -

I would – not paint – a poem
Nor would – I write
- a bird.

A sheer poem – has no place in libraries

A silvery man – with food in his hand
hunts with morals astray -
A cumbersome coil – oil -
unknown – in play -

Cars Won’t Go

 

I know – cars won’t go
Rivers froze, sun won’t go down
I see – reflections of thee
In strangers’ eyes, in my town

I walk – in outlines of chalk,
And I will walk, ’til the sun goes down
I paint – pictures in blue
And I think of all the things we might’ve found

Thick rain falls on his brain
And she walks beside, with her head above the clouds
Six years, a car that steers itself
Through rioting crowds

I know – cars won’t go
Rivers froze, sun won’t go down
I see – you & me
Buried in the ground

I know – cars won’t go
Rivers froze, sun won’t go down
I think – I wanna drink
I wanna feel a low sound

Six years, four eyes without tears
They dance until they drown
This king grants anything
He has jewels in his crown

Goodnight, Irene

 

Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene,
I’ll see you in my dreams

Last Saturday night, I got married
Me & my wife settled down
Now me & my wife are parted
I’m gonna take a little stroll downtown

Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene,
I’ll see you in my dreams

Well, sometimes I live in the country,
And sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I take a great notion
I’m gonna jump in the river and drown

Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene,
I’ll see you in my dreams

Stop your ramblin’, stop your gamblin’
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and family
Stay there by the fireside, bright

Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene,
I’ll see you in my dreams
Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene,
I’ll see you in my dreams

(music & lyrics by Huddie “Lead Belly” Leadbetter)

Cool Wind Blowing

Ain’t that runnin’ engine wild?
It’s too dark not to see, my child
But can’t you feel that river flowin’ free?
It’s movin’ far away from here
Where there ain’t no love and there ain’t no fear
‘Cause it’s got nothing more to say to me

But there’s a cool wind blowing in the trees
There’s a cool wind blowing from here, to eternity

Ain’t that lazy moonlight clear?
Takes my head right outta here
Reminds me of the ones who said it best
Big Zen Buddhists, knights of green,
Then some lone disgusted teen,
A wanderer who never was impressed

But there’s a cool wind blowing in the trees
There’s a cool wind blowing from here, to eternity

I’d like to give you all my rain
I’d like to take away your pain
I’d like to give you all my open time
I’d like to do so many things
And it’s always just to you I sing
If you’d listen, there’s no telling what you’d find

But there’s a cool wind blowing in the trees
There’s a cool wind blowing ’round my knees
There’s a cool wind blowing in the trees
There’s a cool wind blowing from here, to eternity

Dish

 

Up on my hill

I shoot to kill

I drink the sky

My life sails by

Up on my hill

 

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Waiting Room

Recalcitrance -
the lean-forward lean-back stretch -
- stretch -
of moments, mostly seconds,
occasionally
minutes
or
hours,
the septuagence of communal waiting
in recalcitrance, promised recalcitrance,
this clock ticks & that one appears to be silent.
Shouldn’t all clocks be so?
- Which?
Either.
- I don’t know.
Eyes now drawn, drown the ghost -
- Quiet down.
For now.
- No, for always.
We’ll see.
Drown the ghost.
Eyes now magnetized – this was not the point.
- Johnson! (nurse speaking, presumably)
Someone just left the room.
- I know, I saw. (whispered)
Aren’t you going to follow them?
- No. (whispered, angrily)
Why? How do you know where they are & aren’t going?
- I don’t, I don’t need to. (forcefully whispered, too loud)
A pause – silence -
-
Aren’t you going to follow them?
- No.
-
Aren’t you?
Up goes One & down goes Johnson.
One’s head aches, so he shoots it.

Recalcitrance
choiceless recalcitrance -
a breathless film unwinding on the

stairs.