The New Creatures

Snakeskin jacket

Indian eyes

Brilliant hair

He moves in disturbed

Nile Insect

Air


Fall down.

Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.

Their shirts are soft marrying

            cloth and hair together.

All along their arms ornaments

             conceal viens bluer than blood

             pretending welcome.

Soft lizard eyes connect.

Their soft drained insect cries erect.

              new fear, where fears reign.

The rustling of sex against their skin.

The wind withdraws all sound.

Stamp your witness on the punished ground.


Wounds, stags, & arrows

Hooded flashing legs plunge

               near the tranquil women.

Startling obedience from the pool people.

Astonishing caves to plunder.

Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.

Boys are running.

Girls are screaming, falling.

The air is thick w/ smoke.

Dead crackling wires dance pools

                of sea blood.


Lizard woman

w/ your insect eyes

w/ your wild surprise.

Warm daughter of silence.

Venom.

Turn your back w/ a slither of moaning wisdom.

The unblinking blind eyes

              behind walls new histories rise

and wake growling & whining

              the weird dawn of dreams.

Dogs lie sleeping.

The wolf howls.

A creature lives out the war.

A forest.

A rustle of cut words, choking

river.



The snake, the lizard, the insect eye

the huntsman's green obedience.

Quick, in raw time, serving

             stealth & slumber,

grinding warm forests into restless lumber.

Now for the valley.

Now for the syrup hair.

Stabbing the eyes, widening skies

behind the skull bone.

Swift end of hunting.

Hug round the swollen torn breast

             & red-stained throat.

the hounds gloat.

Take her home.

Carry our sister's body, back

to the boat.


Sisters of the unicorn, dance

Sisters & brothers of Pyramid

Dance

Mangled hands

Tales of the Old Days

Discovery of the Sacred Pool

changes

Mute-handed stillness baby cry

The wild dog

The sacred beast

Find her!


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 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 mad

Thee.

Kell 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 & rusts & 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


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