Golems

Heavy Feather

Heavy feather

Breathe togther

Lightest weight of clearest sight

Antique hands of wrangled plans

Your hands are yours 

From long before

Inherit unique

Human trait

Heavy feather breathe togther

Mossen heather mingled measure

Mountain fountain distant sound

Heavy feather never sever

Earthly mystery and pleasure

Thank your breath for being felt

Svelt seat of ease retreat

You are yourself you're no one else

You are a seat of human sight

You are seat of living flight

You are a seat of universal home

Heavy feather never lone

Heavy feather breathe togther

Our lives are but a heavy feather

Breathe apart and breathe togther

Sensual senses let down your defenses

The earth is fair let go your care

Silver thighs for easy eyes

Breathe your breath come ease your breasts

vision of parrot bearing golden fish

Parrot bearing golden fish

That speaks:

"The several swarming 

tested heated arguments combine 

to gift themselves, courage

(Crucible forged as they were)

A useless word to look for

To know your fear but place it aside

Like the rivers and oceans the o'look the tide

That waxes and wanes

And among all these sundered planes

A striding stair we stand apon

An between we cavalier unevenly

Reaching out a tender hand to an unfeeling cosmos

Like a portrait painted on a chapel cistene 

Like a living world rendered unseen

Like a field of grass always more green

Like a loving conquest of leaving alone

Chase and unspent of it's own immortal repent

To take only the sight of what you've seen

And let be what is 

Unbesmirched

Let not the very thing you cherish

Be tainted by your own looking for it

And perhaps at it

Be confident while you live

Do not allow yourself dissemble

Before you life has even left

My favorite thing about dictators

Is the way they always die, behold

The world disposes of its own evil."

The vision ends

Porcelain Goblins

cool entreaty

Journeys (I)

Journeys (I): 

Here's a cavalcade of staid

Laid back harried 

Swooping swerving herds

Buffalish Kahnian marsupial guides

Over hills and dales 

In flowing rivers of beasts 

There's an easy lift that exists

To permit a select few a view

Of their own troublesome slew

An escalator that climbs higher 

Placed strange to live in this

There's a bright white light 

That fights with night in the sky 

And the star that glows 

Also charrs your bare arms

The red earth and the rocky expanse

Have no care of what lingers here

Slather your self with soothing balm 

That keeps you safe from harm 

As the circling birds 

Call down to you with words 

That you can't understand

Journeys (III)

Journeys (III)

Steady in these swirling clouds

That give us visions betwixt 

A fitting curtain 

Of ever repeating pattern

In the smokey misty 

Clinging vapor lingering sticky 

On the side of an ancient city 

That was built at least 

Ten thousand years ago

And below 

A mountain extends 

Downward from the sky flying vessel 

That you've found yourself within 

And it could be that this here 

Sight of shallow purple cloud 

That the empty monument 

Stands proud about

Is only a mystery 

With no history 

Beyond what you yourself can stand 

On this shrouded and forbidden land

spider on rock salutes day moon

(Spider on rock

Salutes DayMoon)

There is a feverish silken cobweb

That buries itself heatherly

The simple dew

Coagulates

It forms and unforms carefully

Giving the ebb and flow of the tide

Solace and respect

The cool sweat standing on my brow

Is thrashed away 

Anxiety vanished in this 

Parsecian void

A calm that comes from simply looking

To a place

That gawps and yawns ridiculous

Even borrowing itself 

into itself

Breath remembers

Forgiveless and only with remorse

For the dispossessed

Who are humbled already

And therefore have mercy

On those cast earthly

Just as was

Milton's hero

Ghost mandolin story

Srinyx Statement

Please enjoy this poem I wrote about Pan, the goat legged mythian who represents the essence of improvisational muisic.

Pan's pursuit of the beautiful nyad Sryinx led her to cry out to the gods for help, who in their mercy transformed her into river reeds.

Pan fashioned these reeds into his famous seven tube flute.

Wilfully lists Listen 

to their own blistery 

Unsurprisingly climb

Roads loan their leanings 

keenly and see steady 

ringing singing sitting 

gifted writ a fit of buckled tricks 

stocky and blocks 

and rough and tough bunches 

of fluffy fun runners lining up 

to light the ringing windows 

blighted writing 

Fighting but not 

with fisticuff or muffled guff 

of a pistoliran unbuff stuff 

only the real flight of decadent 

thinking blinking their buildings 

bently and gently and comb 

the long stalks of rye to stand up high

And then you'll say your sighing 

And then you'll lie and think of no better feeling

And the world around will yield 

To your command

That it remain unchanged

To comfort you thus 

And have no doubt that the fount 

of real willful lists kiss and to climb back down

Can always remain sound

Be assured you were not lured

To a fate of no escape

Only a semblance of a place where you

Can remain and yet

Go away

Gentle Oppenheimer

Oh gentle Oppenheimer

What did you wring from your

Bare hands grasping voidly

Were you generous

With what you found there?

A reproof we never ask of you that you

Gave yourself so sternly yet unpunished only

An inventor

Proud in your vision of yourself as

A character in the Bhagavad Gita

"I am become..."

So that your unkindness

Might be acknowledged

Soft rains fall in hell this day and

All the used car salesmen

Frozen solid paving the way

To that gate

Thaw a little and shake as

Cool rain scalds them

In their lacklife pattern

Of mythology my own

The forest patched sparsely and its beauty

Slow eaten away by the man machinations

Like the silver hairs of einstein

Spotted with frost

Simple equations build guilt

Are we thankful for your contribution?

Do we show it with our care?

This one song is for cities

Would it be better that we flooded them

With fishes

If the people there care not for

The warming air

The rising tide

Rises and rises

And they allow themselves

Unnotice

But certainly reproof

As gentle as Oppenheimer

coral giants turn away from breasted island

Coral giants bow away 

Growing slowly calcified

They learn and lean

Green a white and bright

Troubles unremembered

These Fey events crisply

Lend their safe fingertips

And wait a dozen gilled fritters

A blob, a shock, a little mimsy

What does a piercing the surface

With a light show us?

Nothing only refractions and

Regretless energy bouncing outwardly

No shouts trouble

The folds of sand

Hands grifted lingering

On seashore of a tiny Baudelairian friend

Beneath the mamarries of the island

She who lays backwards into the sea

 - A kindness in this a kindness in this -

(Cloven hoof leaves

Faint tracings that lead

From Barrow den to sight and colour

Earthworm crawls triumphant

From the ground here perhaps)

I won't wait for a giant's step

I'll only leap yazular into a 

welcome warm liquid 

a friend of the world

holy the hideous human Angels

I thank you Allen Ginsberg as I curse you for your evil

Satin Equinox Manus

Vulvic flowers
Vanishing,
Little cheep golden cicada
Leaves it's shell
itself behind
Inspiration in these
Unnoticed until crumble

Perfect glassless moonbeams
Clang their way thru equinox
And the opaline edges of winter
Cusp

There's a foul fecal cling in the air
The Nazi smell of
Projectile weapon contryfellow
Invading peaceful congregation
Where?
Why only the site of
Pure tolkienic zealand
And I feel
Gentle satin creeping spine wise
Terror

I often don't get these big people
Making Bable out of words
Their towers with rectangular glass
What are they doing with all those emails?
Bits of paper?
Gremlining around
Besuitedly waiting for judgement

I long to be flushed with apples
Newton's apple
Adam's apple
I really don't mind
As it's gift from Eve either way
I just want that sinful taste

But not the sin
Like the sin in Manus
Oh no, anything but that

The Pillar

:

Grief is a stone,
Buried in your most inner core,
Grief is an ember,
From a flame of many years of love,
Grief is the unshakeable pillar,
That gives me certainty,
Of my humanity.

I call failure breakfast,
And wait for the delight,
In my stumbles,
Glory is technicolor,
A glowing spectrum of all things,
In the bitter taste of loss.

The light fantastic,
Sharp and affirming.

Persist

Persist,
For no reason.
Persist,
And give.
Persist,
Because you're here now
Persist,
And don't tell me
Persistence
Has earned you nothing.

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We are what we see
And speak what is spoken to
Eyes are always eyes
And ears are always ears
And they will hear
And they will see
And the seeing
And the hearing
Will become those who do

Have revenge
On your old self
Be more
Than before
Measure
Not by others

Kindness in a box

KINDNESS IN A BOX
When the tines are struck
There is forgiveness
Let its song lull and calm
Tones to act
As soothe
As balm
Allow your furrowed worry
Cease
And you will know
Kalimba peace

Vile Master

The world turns,
But there's something
...not right
The vile master's
Strange hand
Spins us, off kilter
The fairies of advertising
Trickle in everywhere
Bright fishes drown
In poison plastic
And Monsters are shaped
By the same faces
That make the lights stay on
Must we vanish it
all away?
Or are we yet ready
To taste the apple
And pull together
To make it turn
The other way?

False Country

This strange country
That is existent in
An etherlike net
Of interconnected computers

Many fibers intertwine
Real or simulated
Binding us together

...

Falsely accused!
You are not dying!
We are clay
and time molds us
No matter who you were
Be shaped yet
To more beautiful things

Very Close

It's as close
As vapor
Clinging in the air
There
The place that
Still has art
All your beautiful details
The smallest seed
Of human innocence
Don't give in
Don't tell me
That
The part of you
That touches infinity
Is gone
That
All your sensitivity
Is Dulled
You can't fool me
Because hurt breeds
A longing in us
That can only be fed
By reaching out
Gently
I beg you
Speak to me in poetry
It's the language
That the void can hear
And the only thing
It can't take
Is being told what to do

The limp cocks quiver
in tandem with the jealous jowels
Of proud podium policymakers
Who grub each other
Over and over
In their Shiny question hall
Who wants the asetic tall
Windmills of the new world
dotting lake George
Filling our machines
With the sun's wind-movement
Miracle of modernity,
When we could have something
As pretty and fragrant
As a coal mine
Instead?

Pell Tolls

Ask not for whom the Pell tolls

This island's highest speaker to
The greatest corporate conglomerate
Of things invisible or incredible
Has now fallen brass bare

Pederastic scummery
Your millstone is here
- Just like the carpenter said -
But, in this single block
Do we see cracks
Appear elsewhere?

Does the wall hold strong yet
Or is the curtain
Across the sea
Really about to tear?

Bakery?

Bakery?

Early morning dripping cool silence
How different it is from
Day Road busy with laughter
Hooting
Car doors slamming
Caw crowd calling
Bird voices speaking
Coins jingling
Slang of adults children mingling
Whistle of street warden armed
With fulsome ego and sign
But Now silent solitude
Dawn unbroken
Blue stars burn simple distant
Chill pavement unadorned
Greets great noise of
Groaning old man truck
Sighs it's hydraulics let down delivery
And bread breaking softly steam rising from
Fresh loaf scent
Sneak around corners gentle waft to meet the nose
Of sleepless myself
Tempting Bookstore
with shut fast door
Coffee yet to grind
Beggerous shapes stumble and clink gently
And the faithful dumpster waits for divers
I like lyneham
At night
And when the night is nearly over
Then it is at its best