Wilderness

LAmerica

Cold treatment of our empress

LAmerica

The Transient Universe

LAmerica

Instant communion and

                     communication

lamerica

emeralds in glass

lamerica

searchlights at twi-light

lamerica

sstoned streets in the pale dawn

lamerica

robed in exile

lamerica

swift beat of a proud heart

lamerica

eyes like twenty

lamerica

swift dream

lamerica

frozen heart

lamerica

soldiers doom

lamerica

clouds & struggles

lamerica

Nighthawk


Sirens

Water

Rain & Thunder

Jet from the base

Hot searing insect cry

The frogs & crickets

Doors open & close

The smash of glass

The Soft Parade

An accident

Rustle of silk, nylon

Watering the dry grass

Fire

Bells

Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets

Lawn mower

Good Humor man

Skates & wagons

Bikes


Trade-routes

guide lines

The Vikings & explorers

Discoverers

The unconscious

a map of the states

The veins of hiways

Beauty of a map

Hidden connections

Fast trampled forest

Madness in a whisper

neon crackle

The hiss of tires

A city growls

rich vast & sullen

like a slow monster

come to fat

& die


Clothed in sunlight

restless in wanting

dying of fever

Changed shapes of an empire

Startling invaders

Vast promissory notes of joy

Wanton, willful & passive

Married to doubt

Clothed in great warring monuments

of glory

How it has changed you

How slowly estranged you

Solely arranged you

Beg you for mercy


The barn is burning

The race-track is over

Farmers run out w/

buckets of water

The horse flesh is burning

They're kicking the stalls

(panic in a horse's eye

That can spread & fill an entire sky.)

The clouds flow by

& tell a story

about the lightning bolt & mast

on the steeple

Some people have a hard time

describing sailors to the

undernourished.

The decks are starving

Time to throw the cargo over

Now down & high-sailing

fluttering of smiles on the air

w/its cool night time disturbance


All hail the American Night

And so I say to you

The silk handkerchief was embroidered in China or Japan

behind the steel curtain   And

no one can cross the borderline

w/out proper credentials.

This is to say that we are all

sensate & occasionally sad

& if every partner in crime

were to incorporate promises

in his program the dance

might end & all our friends

would follow.

Who are our friends?

Are they sullen & slow?  Do

they have great desire?  Or

are they one of the multitude who

walk doubting their impossible

regret.  Cerrtainly things happen

& reoccur in continuous promise;

All of us have found a safe

niche where we can store up

riches & talk to oour fellows

on the same premise of disaster.

But this well not do.  No, this

will never do.    There are

continents & shores which

beseech our understanding.

Seldom have we been so slow.

Seldom have we been so far.

My only wish is to see

Far Arden again.

The truth is on his chest

The cellullar excitement has

Totally inspired our magic

Veteran.  And now for an

old trip.    I'm tired of thinking.

I want the old forms to

reassert their sexual cool.

My mind is just-you know.

And this morning before I sign

off I would like to you

about Texas Rado & the Big Beat.

It moves into the perimeter of

your sacred sincere & dedicated

Smile like a calm survivor

of the psychic war.  He was

no general for he was not old.

He was no private for he

could not be sold.

He was only a man & his

dedication extended to the last

degree.  Poor pretentious soldier,

come home.  The dark Los Angeles

evening is steaming th Church

that we attended & I miss

my boy.  Stupid in green-

What the color green?  When

I watch the T.V. & I see

helicopters swirling their

brutal & bountiful sensation

over the fields & the comic walls

I can only smile & fix a meal

& think about the child who

will one day own you.

In conclusion, darling, let

me repeat:  your home is still

here, inviolate & certain

and I open the wide smile of

my remembrance.  This to you

on the anniversary of our first

night.  I know you love me

to talk this way.  I hope

no one sees this message

written in the calm lonely

far out languid summer afternoon

W/my total love


Now that you have gone

all alone

the desert to explore

& left me here alone

the calmness of the town

where a girl in black

gets in a car

& searches numbly

for her keys;

Now that you have gone or strayed away-

I sit, & listen to the hiss

of traffic & invoke

into this burned & gutted

room some ghost, some

vague resemblance of a time

Off-on, on and off,

like one long sick

electric dream.

This state is confused

state.  Out there everyone

is greedy for her love.

They will drain her life

like warm connectors,

plug into her soul

From every side & melt

her form for me.

But I deserve this,

Greatest cannibal of all.

Some tired future.

Let me sleep.

Get on w/the disease.


Of the Great Insane

American Night

We sing

sending our gift

to its vast promise

Pilots are a problem

The rain & hungry sea

greedy for steel

Say a soft American Prayer

A quiet animal sigh

for the strong plane

landing

We rode on opium tires

from the colossal

airport chess game

at dawn, new from glass

in the broken night

landed then in quiet

fog, beside the times

out of this strange river

Then gladly thru

a wasted morning

happy to be alive to

signs of life

a dog,

a school girl

are we in Harlem?


Where are my dreamers

Today & tonight.

Where are my dacers

leaping madly

whirling & screaming

Where aer my women

quietly dreqaming

caught like angels

on the dark porch

of a velvet ranch

dance dance dance dance

              dance dance dance


I fell on the earth

          & raped the snow

I got married to life

          & breathed w/my marrow

I saw youg dancers

I am meat & need fuel

Need the whorey glimmer of tears

in women, all ages

Laughter sandwich, fuel

      for the lunch of meat minds

Now damn you, dance

Now dance

or die sleek & fat in your

reeking seats, still

buckled for flight


Back to Poetry Main Page
 

Back to Main Page