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