neck
That was groomed
For rape's gown.
Cancer city Urban fall Summer sadness The highways of the old town Ghosts in cars Electric shadows
Ensenada the dead seal the dog crucifix ghosts of the dead car sun. Stop the car. Rain. Night. Feel.
Sea-bird sea-moan Earthquake murmuring Fast-burning incense Clamoring surging Serpentine road To the Chinese caves Home of the winds The gods of mourning
The city sleeps the unhappy children roam w/ animal gangs. They seem to speak to their friends the dogs who teach them trails. Who can catch them? Who can make them come inside?
The tent girl at midnight stole to the well met her lover there They talked a while laughed then he left She put an orange pillow on her breast
In the morning Chief w/drew his troops planned a map The horsemen rose on up The women fixed the ropes on tight The tents are folded now We march toward the sea.
Catalog of horrors Descriptions of Natural disaster Lists of miracles in the divine corridor Catalog of objects in the room List of things in the sacred river
The soft parade has now begun on Sunset. Cars come thundering down the canyon. Now is the time the place. The cars come rumbling. "You got a cool machine". These engine beasts muttering their soft talk. A delight at night to hear their quiet voices again after 2 years.
Now the soft parade has soon begun. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening.
Clouds weaken die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, is gone.
There they are watching us everything will be dark. The light changed. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake. Trench mouth again in the camps. Gonorrhea Tell the girl to go home We need a witness to the killing.
The artists of Hell set up easels in parks the terrible landscape, where citizens find anxious pleasure preyed upon by savage bands of youths
I can't believe this is happening I can't believe all these people are sniffing each other backing away teeth grinning hair raised, growling, here in the slaughtered wind
I am ghost killer. witnessing to all my blessed sanction
This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come.
Do you dare deny my potency my kindness or forgiveness? Just try you will fry like the rest in holiness
And not for a penny will I spare any time for you Ghost children down there in the frightening world
You are alone have no need of other you the child mother who bore you who weaned you who made you man
Photo-booth killer fragile bandit straight from ambush
Kill me! Kill the child who made Thee. Kill the thought-provoking senator of lust who brought you to this state.
Kill hate disease warfare sadness
Kill badness Kill madness
Kill photo mother murder tree Kill me. Kill yourself Kill the little blind elf.
The beautiful monster vomits a stream of watches clocks jewels knives silver coins copper blood
The well of time trouble whiskey bottles perfume razor blades beads liquid insects hammers thin nails the feet of birds eagle feathers claws machine parts chrome teeth hair shards of pottery skulls the ruins of our time the debris by a lake the gleaming beer cans rust sable menstrual fur
Dance naked on broken bones feet bleed stain glass cuts cover your mind the dry end of vacuum boat while the people drop lines in still pools pull ancient trout from the deep home. Scales crusted gleaming green A knife was stolen. A valuable hunting knife By some strange boys from the other camp across the Lake
Are these our friends racing shuddering thru the calm vales of parliament
My son will not die in the war He will return numbed peasant voice of Orient fisherman
Last time you said this was the only way voice of tender young girl
Running speaking infected green jungles
consult the oracle bitter creek crawl they exist on rainwater
monkey-love mantra mate maker of brandy
The poison isles The poison
Take this thin granule of evil snakeroot from the southern shore
way out miracle will find thee
The chopper blazed over inward click sure blasted matter, made the time bombs free of leprous lands spotted w/ hunger clinging to law
Please show us your ragged head silted smiling eyes calm in fire a silky flowered shirt edging the eyes, alive spidery, distant dial lies
come, calm one into the life-try
already wifelike latent, leathery, loose lawless, large languid She was a kindom-cry legion of lewd marching mind-men
Where are your manners out there on the sunlit desert boundless glaxies of dust cactus spines, beads bleach stones, bottles rust cars, stored for shaping
The new man, time-soldier picked his way narrowly thru the crowded ruins of once grave city, gone comic now w/ rats insects of refuge
He lives in cars goes fruitless thru the frozen schools finds no space in shades of obedience
the monitors are silenced the great graveled guard-towers sicken on the westward beach so tired of watching
if only one horse were left to ride thru the waste a dog at his side to sniff meat-maids chained on the public poles
there is no more argument in beds, at night blackness is burned Stare into the parlors of town where a woman dances in her European gown to the great waltzes this could be fun to rule a wasteland
Cherry palms Terrible shores more many more
This we know that all are free in the school-made text of the unforgiven
deceit smiles incredible hardships are suffered by those barely able to endure
but all will pass lie down in green grass smile, muse, gaze upon her smooth resemblance to the mating-Queen who it seems is in love w/the horseman
now, isn't that fragrant Sir, isn't that knowing w/a wayward careless backward glance
* * *
Cancer city Urban fall Summer sadness The highways of the old town Ghosts in cars Electric shadows
* * *
Ensenada the dead seal the dog crucifix ghosts of the dead car sun. Stop the car. Rain. Night. Feel.
* * *
Sea-bird sea-moan Earthquake murmuring Fast-burning incense Clamoring surging Serpentine road To the Chinese caves Home of the winds The gods of mourning
* * *
The city sleeps the unhappy children roam w/ animal gangs. They seem to speak to their friends the dogs who teach them trails. Who can catch them? Who can make them come inside?
* * *
The tent girl at midnight stole to the well met her lover there They talked a while laughed then he left She put an orange pillow on her breast
In the morning Chief w/drew his troops planned a map The horsemen rose on up The women fixed the ropes on tight The tents are folded now We march toward the sea.
* * *
Catalog of horrors Descriptions of Natural disaster Lists of miracles in the divine corridor Catalog of objects in the room List of things in the sacred river
* * *
The soft parade has now begun on Sunset. Cars come thundering down the canyon. Now is the time the place. The cars come rumbling. "You got a cool machine". These engine beasts muttering their soft talk. A delight at night to hear their quiet voices again after 2 years.
Now the soft parade has soon begun. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening.
* * *
Clouds weaken die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, is gone.
There they are watching us everything will be dark. The light changed. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake. Trench mouth again in the camps. Gonorrhea Tell the girl to go home We need a witness to the killing.
* * *
The artists of Hell set up easels in parks the terrible landscape, where citizens find anxious pleasure preyed upon by savage bands of youths
I can't believe this is happening I can't believe all these people are sniffing each other backing away teeth grinning hair raised, growling, here in the slaughtered wind
I am ghost killer. witnessing to all my blessed sanction
This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come.
* * *
Do you dare deny my potency my kindness or forgiveness? Just try you will fry like the rest in holiness
And not for a penny will I spare any time for you Ghost children down there in the frightening world
You are alone have no need of other you the child mother who bore you who weaned you who made you man
* * *
Photo-booth killer fragile bandit straight from ambush
Kill me! Kill the child who made Thee. Kill the thought-provoking senator of lust who brought you to this state.
Kill hate disease warfare sadness
Kill badness Kill madness
Kill photo mother murder tree Kill me. Kill yourself Kill the little blind elf.
* * *
The beautiful monster vomits a stream of watches clocks jewels knives silver coins copper blood
The well of time trouble whiskey bottles perfume razor blades beads liquid insects hammers thin nails the feet of birds eagle feathers claws machine parts chrome teeth hair shards of pottery skulls the ruins of our time the debris by a lake the gleaming beer cans rust sable menstrual fur
Dance naked on broken bones feet bleed stain glass cuts cover your mind the dry end of vacuum boat while the people drop lines in still pools pull ancient trout from the deep home. Scales crusted gleaming green A knife was stolen. A valuable hunting knife By some strange boys from the other camp across the Lake
* * *
Are these our friends racing shuddering thru the calm vales of parliament
My son will not die in the war He will return numbed peasant voice of Orient fisherman
Last time you said this was the only way voice of tender young girl
Running speaking infected green jungles
consult the oracle bitter creek crawl they exist on rainwater
monkey-love mantra mate maker of brandy
* * *
The poison isles The poison
Take this thin granule of evil snakeroot from the southern shore
way out miracle will find thee
The chopper blazed over inward click sure blasted matter, made the time bombs free of leprous lands spotted w/ hunger clinging to law
Please show us your ragged head silted smiling eyes calm in fire a silky flowered shirt edging the eyes, alive spidery, distant dial lies
* * *
come, calm one into the life-try
already wifelike latent, leathery, loose lawless, large languid She was a kindom-cry legion of lewd marching mind-men
Where are your manners out there on the sunlit desert boundless glaxies of dust cactus spines, beads bleach stones, bottles rust cars, stored for shaping
The new man, time-soldier picked his way narrowly thru the crowded ruins of once grave city, gone comic now w/ rats insects of refuge
He lives in cars goes fruitless thru the frozen schools finds no space in shades of obedience
the monitors are silenced the great graveled guard-towers sicken on the westward beach so tired of watching
if only one horse were left to ride thru the waste a dog at his side to sniff meat-maids chained on the public poles
there is no more argument in beds, at night blackness is burned Stare into the parlors of town where a woman dances in her European gown to the great waltzes this could be fun to rule a wasteland
II
Cherry palms Terrible shores more many more
This we know that all are free in the school-made text of the unforgiven
deceit smiles incredible hardships are suffered by those barely able to endure
but all will pass lie down in green grass smile, muse, gaze upon her smooth resemblance to the mating-Queen who it seems is in love w/the horseman
now, isn't that fragrant Sir, isn't that knowing w/a wayward careless backward glance