image of the late great genius singer-songwriter-musician John Lee Hooker.

      SAVIOUR SONG 
      Out of the wind he came, like one who'd come from the water's womb; alone
      & bleeding he lay, like one who'd wandered into doom. Breaking a crust of
      bread as if hope were all a Christian lay, he took his boat of fishes &
      did not turn away. Out of the sun he stormed, like one who'd come from a
      baptised dawn; alone & bleeding he raved, like one who'd risen from an
      ashen grave. Sharing a goblet of scarlet wine, as if he were born to save
      the day, he took his boat of fishes & did not turn away. & now in shrouds
      he lies, & now in tombs of doubt, he wails: through swollen, tearless
      eyes, his past contests his raging Grail, & people laugh as he lies still,
      & people laugh as he bites dust: a saviour in the midst of a thrill:
      society's symbol of righteousness.

      WORLD ON FIRE 
      World on Fire! Look at the plans we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      stands we're taking: there's nothing to do but go away & meet the flames
      of another day.
      World on Fire! Look at the hands we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      hearts we're breaking : there's nothing to do but melt away & greet the
      many pyres of day.
      World on Fire! Wheels take the brunt of aching: World on Fire! Fields
      shake the shunt of making: there's nothing to do, we're all on fire: no
      man may beat except on fire. 
      Wheels within wheels, ice within ice, shields within fields, Christ within
      Christ, man within man, womb within womb, mass within mass & molecule.
      World on Fire! Look at the plans we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      stands we're taking: there's nothing to do, we're all in the fire; where
      blows a flame, the pyre grows higher: there's nothing to do; we're all
      aflame: where pall-bays flow, the price is flame. 
      Wheels within wheels, ice within ice, shields within shields, heist within
      heist, man within man, doom within doom, mask within mask, tomb within
      tomb.
      World on Fire! the wheels take the brunt of sharing: World on Fire! the
      spiels shake the shunt of breaking: there's nothing to do, we're all on
      fire; the taste is true, we're on the pyre: there's nothing to do, we're
      all aflame: where choices blow, the price is fame.

      THE UNSPOKEN WORD 
      It's an unspoken word at the base of the brain that everybody deserves
      just what they constrain; an unspoken word that chilldren suffer time: O
      it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken word in
      the centre of the dust that each of us perverts just what consoles our
      lust; an unspoken word that misery is fine: O it happens world over, but
      no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken word in the swirling of the sun
      that nothingness accords just what we've never done; an unspoken word that
      life is merely crime: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.
      It's an unspoken word in the wastelands of the womb that everyone is
      stirred by the madness of the moon; an unspoken word that tyranny must
      shine: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken
      word, a deadly word between us all that emptiness conserves our only
      clarion call; an unspoken word that poets seldom rhyme: O it happens world
      over, but no-one seems to mind.

      LICHEN 
      I am silk, I am ancient lichen: in the villas of the night, I am the power
      of Zion. I am the teacher & the weather in the light; the preacher & the
      pilgrim, the reaper in his might. I am the soul to you; the dictum & the
      drum, the chuff & chaff of grain, the mitre & the sun. Where I fall to
      earth, I am the gentle rain; the harpstring & the birth, the doctor in the
      brain. Come to me on a weary night, & I shall show you yore: the musket,
      drum & pike, the devil & his shore. I am silk, I am ancient lichen: I am
      silk, I am ancient lichen: I am silk, I am ancient lichen: the power of
      Zion.

      EYES OF WROUGHT DEVISE

      eyes of wrought devise, eyes that swim the tides, eyes that never care,
      eyes that blind with prayer; eyes in summer moons, eyes in summer tombs;
      eyes, eyes that despair, eyes, eyes have no heir. music, take my sun away,
      music, let my people play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
      madness be. eyes, these are the LA dunes, eyes, these are the scarlet
      rooms, eyes, these are the sonar flares; eyes, these are the eyes of air;
      eyes, eyes that seldom do, eyes, eyes that break on thru, eyes, eyes that
      live to kill; eyes, eyes that seldom thrill. music, take my sun away,
      music, let my peeple play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
      madness be. eyes on empty, eyes on fire, eyes on empty, eyes of wire, eyes
      on empty, eyes of pain, eyes on empty, eyes of rain - i have seen the
      summer dream rape away the eyes in scheme - eyes on empty, eyes of fire,
      eyes on empty, eyes of wire. music, take my sun away, music, let my peeple
      play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let madness be.

      UNTIL

      until we have built our golden empery, until we have built the lamb of
      god, until we have tilled the lands of plenty, time and tide shall shake
      its rod. until we have built our iron empire, until we wharved the jesus
      mind, unti we have tilled the lands of samphire, time and time shall shake
      and grind. until we have built, made madness over, have ripped away the
      mooning ram, time and tide shall thral thrice over, endless as the Son of
      Man. Until, as in the lakes of fearing, until, until all peace is whole;
      until we have tilled the lands revering, time and tide shall have no soul.
      in the forging grails of israel, in the fires of bethlehem, come, let
      heroes burn their haloes - let the prince of heaven reign! christ, the
      lamb of forward moving, christ, the lamb of grooving blood; christ, the
      lamb of hapless healing; christ is wharven in the bud. until we have built
      our golden empire, until we have made a place for peace, until, until this
      earth is entire, no man shall lay upon god's fleece.

      FUSION HRS (FROM A MYSTICAL PSYCHODRAMA The Parable of the Preacher Man) 

      Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
      magnesium rotors, helio powers;
      palisades of burning light,
      skeins of fission, endless night.
      Towers turned ashen, Asian madness,
      forging Zion, lion of sadness;
      limitless dolls of metal, spurning,
      Israeli sun, Holocaust yearning.
      Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
      hatchets, signets, zen-tithed suns,
      domesday stories, scarab drums:
      flower of plenty, flower of pain,
      flower gone empty, enemy brain -
      in the window on death's widows,
      endless spume the hangman's pillows.
      Flower of duty, flower of passion,
      flower of sadness in confession:
      from the sun, red spheres unite,
      on the run, red spheres ignite.
      In the hearse of storming fuses,
      haloes purse in cryptic uses;
      danger manger, sulphur sermon,
      in the darkness, death is certain.
      Flower, multisony, petal's mission,
      flower, multisony, green-skied kisson;
      flower, power, tower of maiming,
      in the mind, all thought's deranging:
      in the angelled eye of time,
      angled flows the spirit line;
      in the rivers of the moon,
      angled flows the drumming womb;
      in the axis of death's love,
      carring axles bear black gloves:
      in the wick of Herod's name,
      carring candles burn in shame.
      Light destroys, night defines;
      in the flames, fission climbs;
      in the veinmost ark of fear,
      fission climbs & deaths endear:
      harpish son of modern man,
      on the run, destruction lams;
      in the timepiece on love's shoulder,
      madly trips the minor's moulder:
      in the canyons, under anvil,
      madly furls the spirit wrangle.
      Like a beast beneath the mind,
      fusion hrs define love's spine;
      like a beast beneath the womb,
      fusion hrs define red doom;
      in the hills of petrol music,
      fusion splits the atom's permit;
      in the rainbow, under fission,
      fusion deifies & christens;
      in the prism, under water,
      spectral fission drowns in mortar:
      flower, tower of burning flux, 
      under oceans, deaths construct.
      Wreck of Christ, Deustchland scream,
      in the furnace, madness gleams:
      latent spume of panic's mania,
      in the furnace, madness slavers.
      Dead in veins of funeral summer, 
      past all passion, rifles sunder; 
      murder, purdah, flower of sadness,
      under anvil, light strikes madness:
      in the sequence of time's tearing,
      stuttered fire the guns of staining; 
      flower of fusion, flower of murder;
      purdah, murder, den-eyed stirrer;
      flower, tower, river of delusion,
      time must come, but time's confusion;
      time must come, but won't know how,
      death, denuder, time's last vow.
      Moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened bone,
      tomb, moon, summer sky,
      i am the one who opened die - 
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      gone westways with autumn's sorrow -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened moan. 
      moon, tomb, summer lie,
      i am the one who opened cry,
      summer sun, winter croon,
      i am the one who opened doom -
      here tomorrow, gone today,
      gone with winter, stormed away -
      moon, tomb, summer sun,
      i am the one who opened come;
      tomb, moon, summer gun,
       am the one who lung -
      here with scissors, here with rumour,
      i am the one who opened humour -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened drome.
      summer skein, mystic cry,
      i am the one who opened spy -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened groan,
      moon, tomb, summer stave, 
      i am the one who opened grave,
      moon, tomb, summer spine,
      i am the one who opened crime -
      under water, under season,
      i am the one who opened reason 
      - moon, tomb, summer levee,
      i am the one who opened prayerfree.
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened Rome,
      moon, tomb, summer sphere,
      i am the one who opened tear
      - here together, here as one,
      together ever, one on one,
      i am the one who opened love,
      i am the one who opened glove.
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened loam,
      moon, tomb, summer slave,
      i am the one who opened stave - 
      in the graveward art of number,
      i am the one who opened thunder -
      storm of music, storm of murder, 
      i am the one who opened purdah;
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened chrome.
      moon, tomb, summer rave,
      i am the one who opened rage -
      inward seeker, sentient christ,
      i am the one who paid the price -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow
      - westward ho, westward dreamer,
      i am the one who opened river,
      westward river, westward tribe,
      i am the one who opened live -
      under spring, under seizure,
      i am the one who opened fissure
      - here today, here forever,
      i am the one who opened pleasure. 
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened dome,
      moon, tomb, summer State,
      i am the one who opened rape -
      under horsehead, under hero,
      i am the one who opened Nero -
      friend to every, friend to low one,
      i am the one who opened crow one.
      moonsign, sunsign, starsign kith,
      i am the one who opened kiss,
      starsign, moonsign, sunsign manna,
      i am the one who opened hammer -
      no more no man, no man none,
      summer sun lives on the run -
      moonsign, sunsign, heaven drift
      , i am the one who opened fist.
      this is all the worlds we know -
      moonfist, sunfist, flailing snow -
      this is all the worlds we gain -
      moonfist, sunfist, flailing rain -
      this is all the vein of summer -
      moonfist, sunfist, alien drummer;
      moon, tomb, summer sky,
      tomb, womb, summer high;
      summer seance, summer ghost,
      i am the one who opened host.
      no more pain, just passion's proof,
      no more rain, just fusions couth -
      moon, tomb, summer sizer,
      i am the one who opened rider;
      under water, under music,
      love is love and love is permit -
      love is grace and love inflames,
      love lives on beneath the brains - 
      moon, tomb, summer stem,
      i am the one who opened gem -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
      No more summer, no more love,
      no more sons of rainbow doves,
      no more fear, no more madness,
      no more fear, no more sadness -
      moon, tomb, stone of choosing,
      i am the one who's days are losing -
      no more peace, no arks to maim,
      i am the one who opened name.
      moon, tomb, summer silence,
      i am the one who opened license -
      no more the streets of scarlet hue,
      just the streets that broke on thru -
      under summer, under seams of gold,
      i am the one who opened fold -
      no more love, no more pain,
      just the temple under mane.
      love is death, death is choosing,
      choice is death and death's confusing -
      i am the one who opened December, 
      i am the one who opened member -
      under lamb, under shepherd grease,
      i am the one who opened fleece - 
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer light,
      i am the one who opened night, 
      moon, tomb, summer score,
      i am the one who opened door -
      under mortar, under shine,
      i am the who opened dime -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer road,
      i am the one who opened toad,
      moon, tomb, summer kith,
      i am the one who opened drift -
      under rain, under scarlet scanner,
      i am the one who opened grammar -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer shape,
      i am the one who opened ape,
      moon, tomb, summer stain,
      i am the one who opened maim -
      stars denude, moonfields fellow,
      i am the one who opened yellow -
      under water, under river,
      westwards angels gyre and shiver.
      No more death, no more schemes,
      i am the one who opened dreams,
      no more breath, no more any,
      i am the one who opened many,
      no more summer, no more rock,
      i am the one who opened lock -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, ilex, angle,
      i am the one who opened wrangle,
      moon, tomb, ilex, lung,
      i am the one who opened none -
      no more love, no more leaving,
      i am the one who opened breathing,
      no more fusion, no more science,
      i am the one who opened defiance.
      moon, tomb, womb, summer,
      womb, tomb, moon, thunder, 
      womb, moon, springside hitler,
      i am the one who opened mitla -
      no more can the heroes bring
      death to death and wing to wing, 
      no more can the angels sire
      seraphic strangers from their fire.
      Weep, wane, rondha rumble
      , wane, weep, foam disemble,
      wane, weep, den-eyed mist,
      i am the one who opened list -
      under chapel, under cavern,
      under chapel, under ravine,
      i am the one who opened nought,
      i am the one's whose ways were bought.
      moonsign, starsign, summer code,
      starsign, moonsign, summer lobe,
      no more love, no more the empty,
      no more love, just heaven's sentry.
      moonsign, starsign, summer raid,
      i am the one who opened brave -
      love lives on beneath the tides,
      love is death and death decides.

      SIGHTS (in memory of john reginald halliday christie)

      There once was a knot named christie
      whose sex was a cockless mystery.
      when women came near,
      he acted right queer,
      then gassed them and ground them to history

      Then there was this stitch named ethel
      who married this dickless devil. 
      when she found out
      what her man was about,
      he hacked her up with  a shovel.

     * 

      while controlling a sad song, i saw such eyes;
      riven, they were the eyes of age,
      the eyes that time had cast aside,
      & those eyes were the eyes of a preacher
      whose eyelids preached unto the poor: 
      such eyes; i did not think that 
      such eyes could glister & claw. 
      
      Man's pain is a glimmer, man's pain is a door;
      man's pain is a mirror, that won't
      refract what's behind & before:
      man's pain is a girl
      with beards where hands should be;
      man's pain is a eunuch,
      & that eunuch ain't looking at me!
      
      Eyes that fade and eyes that see
      fade out into their idle seas;
      eyes that lie in shattered lanes
      wail amid an eyeless scream;
      eyes that blind and eyes that crawl
      blankly, through a scarlet wall 
      these are the eyes that I have seen;
      these are the eyes of eyeless theme.
      
      Fade out, fade out, fade out these skulls in scheme;
      my heart's a shattered cistern, & my soul, a basin dream:
      my love of tides is bloody, is bloody in its surf;
      my sensual guise is full of lies
      that blast against the earth.
      
      Fade out, fade out, fade out this eyeless birth: 
      the times eyes spend with failure
      lie riven in their girth;
      the times eyes sight on Judas Christ 
      lie raping in a tear - fade out, fade out,
      fade out this faceless year!
      
      Fade out, fade out, fade out along death's vein:
      if time and tide must open wide, what sea shall death contain?
      Fade out, fade out, fade out these rivered dregs;
      all love is dead: inside the head,
      the love of death is red.
      
      Fade out along a veil, fade out along the seed;
      fade, fade, fade, fade against all need; 
      fade, fade, fade, fade, and fade again,
      that the killer's sense of love
      might seethe away the brain.
      
      Fade, fade, fade, fade forever on;
      fade out against the moon, and the woman in the sun:
      fade out along the spine, fade out along a pout;
      now fade and fade again;
      fade completely out.
      
      Such eyes! and would such eyes that see
      blare bloodily into the trees,
      eyes that stare through bleeding lids
      would blare forever through the ribs.
      Such eyes! and would such eyes that serve
      betray the butler and his words,
      such eyes that cripple like a breeze
      would serve the madman's wheeze.
      Eyes that fade and eyes that rave,
      eyes that fade into the maw;
      eyes that rave and eyes that fade,
      must fade out through murder's door;
      eyes that glut and gut and crave,
      eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
      eyes that glut and gut and crave,
      must fade out through murder's door;
      eyes that glut and gut and crave,
      eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
      eyes that glut and gut and crave;
      eyes like these must fade once more.
      Eyes must fade into their screams,
      eyes must fade entirely out;
      eyes that fade through tidal dreams,
      must fade into doubt; 
      eyes must fade and eyes must slave
      after murder; eyes that see;
      eyes whose purposeless parade
      fades into rivers, eyes like these
      must assign to eyeless minds,
      must assign to eyeless palls: 
      eyes that glut and eyes that crave;
      eyes like these live in the walls.
      Eyes! such eyes I did see;
      such eyes as never thought to be,
      such eyes as never thought to see,
      such eyes, such eyes.
      eyes whose role in life is doom,
      eyes whose seeing rapes the womb;
      eyes! such eyes as living spares;
      eyes! such eyes as living scares;
      eyes that glut and eyes that crack,
      eyes whose lids are roughly snapped:
      eyes! such eyes as dying shares;
      eyes! such eyes that climb the stairs.      

            *

      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong,
      while controlling murder's ebb,
      sights inside me woke the dead. 
      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong,
      while controlling murder's mind,
      sights inside me broke the spine.
      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong,
      while controlling murder's skein,
      sights inside me broke the brain.
      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong,
      while controlling murder's frame,
      sights inside me rose in flame.
      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong, 
      while controlling careless death,
      sights inside me broke the breath.
      While controlling a sad song,
      while controlling music's wrong,
      while consoling careless love,
      shrouds of darkness moved above.

      * 
      The maid of mystery, she laid down
      upon a mound of history; 
      now her eyes are full of sound
      and clouds of dead maternity.
      The darling Lord, he danced & cried
      into a field of wheat;
      now his heart is filled with lies
      and nails that spurn and weep.

      * 
      Save the scales of skin that fall
      from your fine posterior;
      I am sick of waiting  for
      your visits to my minds -
      save those scales! come give to me
      those spines that thral so well! 
      I am sick of scouring trees
      with limbs that spoil in hell;
      for you must be a whore to think
      that I adore you for your form;
      you, like other seives of months,
       must strain away the dawn;
      you, like other menstrual suns,
      must assign to rumps of porn;
      you, like other menstrual sons,
      must assign to seven lawns.

      * 
      Once upon a time, I dreamed in a nightmare
      of a world of eyes & a world of flares;
      there, where the leaves fell madly from the trees,
      i sensed eyes cleave into madness & despair;
      and here there were eyes that slithered in black 
      & here there were eyes that danced on their backs,
      & where time loitered & flew quite away,
      my memories were cloistered in the eyes of decay,
      &, o, what a world was here constrained
      in the eyes of the spheres & the ravaging rain:
      ah! what a wasteland was here seen,
      where the waifs & the strays slid into eyeless dreams:
      as if from a cloud, or some native place of tears,
      the shroud of deception serried into fears.
      * 
      Eyes that rave & eyes that fade,
      eyes that sight the summer's lore:
      eyes that rave and eyes that fade
      must fade out through murder's door;
      eyes whose role in life denudes,
      eyes whose role in life deludes:
      eyes whose seeing is deranged,
      eyes like these must fade again;
      eyes whose seeing never knows,
      eyes whose seeing snaps the rose:
      eyes whose lids lie carved in night,
      eyes like these must greet the light;
      eyes whose living sights no end,
      eyes whose living ways must shend:
      eyes whose being sights no truth,
      eyes like these must seem uncouth;
      eyes that live beneath the rain,
      eyes whose ways must stain again:
      eyes! such eyes that murder maims;
      eyes like these must rape the brain;
      eyes in skies whose dreaming spits,
      eyes in skies whose dreaming splits:
      eyes! such eyes that flail to live;
      eyes whose living rapes the crib.
      Eyes I've seen, such eyes without,
      eyes whose fusion burns and routs:
      eyes! such eyes of graveward leisure,
      eyes! such eyes of graveward pleasure;
      eyes I've seen, such eyes that reel,
      eyes I've seen, such eyes that feel;
      eyes! such eyes that well above;
      eyes! such eyes that murder love.
      Eyes I've seen, such eyes that strip
      light from light, wick from wick:
      eyes I've seen, such eyes that cry;
      eyes of murder coil & die.
       
      There once was a man called death
      who was terribly sapped of breath
      when the night came down
      he strolled the town
      the best of the cock is theft?

      There once was a man called death
      who was terribly sapped of breath.
      when the night came down
      he strolled the town
      the length of the cock is dreft

      There once was a man called death
      who was terribly sapped of breath.
      when the night came down
      he strolled the town
      with a cock as large as theft.

      And if you come to follow me
      do not be fooled to see
      the cock bereft inside its theft
      nor any place to be bereft.
      the best is "ten inch pee?"

       
      SHE'S BEEN BETRAYED 2

      She's been betrayed like a thousand girls before; walks into her
      heartbreak like Christ walks into a door: doesn't care for feeling; all
      feeling's over now: walks across her ceiling like Christ walks across the
      Golden Bough. She's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed like a thousand girls before: she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before. She's been
      betrayed like a million girls behind; doesn't care for feeling, since
      feeling's simply out of mind: doesn't care to get away; to escape is on
      the run: walks across her ceiling like Christ walks across the sun. She's
      been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand
      girls before: she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed like a thousand girls before: she's been betrayed, spends her
      life inside a cage, she's been betrayed, like a thousand girls before.

      SITTING IN A TREE IN THE CENTRE OF THE SEA

      sitting in a tree in the centre of the sea, we sing red rock to a tribe of
      bees, and we can dance, and we can dance. though the bees be free, no-one
      here may see just how planets lock and starfields spree, and we can love
      and we can love. so moodsome and blue, we can break thru, so moodsome and
      blue, we can break thru. prancing on our stance, music is our trance -
      major men are we in the centre of the sea - and we can thrill and we can
      thrill. nothing in our way, yet we die each day, nothing in our way, tho'
      we greet decay. so moodsome and blue, we can break thru, so moodsome and
      blue, we can break thru. squandering home in the centre of a bone,
      privateers fly high and pirates fry. so moodsome and blue, we can break
      thru, so moodsome and blue, we can break thru. so moodsome and blue, we
      can break thru, we can break thru, so moodsome and blue, o, we can break
      thru, so moodsome and blue. moodsome and blue, moodsome and blue.   

      PEEPLE R DERANGED (A REWRITE OF Peeple R Strange)
      Peeple r deranged, tattered & bleeding, broken in manger, bartered in bud:
      light is demeaning, shattered in spieling, bartered at veinmost, scorned
      in the mud. When deranged, peeple decry as they reign: when deranged,
      summer deludes in its flame: when deranged, when deranged, when deranged.
      Peeple r deranged, murdered at brainmost, built from wrought burning,
      baseless as dust: peeple r deranged, sulphured in feeling, tattered &
      bleeding, stormed in their lust. When deranged, peeple decry as they
      reign: when deranged, summer deludes in its flame: when deranged, when
      deranged, when deranged; when deranged.      

      TELEVISUAL SYNDICATE OF BEING ALIVE (Based on one of my many improvised
      song-poems)
      Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed children writhe,
      sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing - in the mind, let wasp-skies
      summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one, just the scam-boys almed
      against the sun; no more truth, no more plain love, just the screen in
      shrouds above. Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed
      children writhe; seize the siren in the filmic kiss - in the mind, let
      fusion's fist, set on braining, seizure out of seeing - televisual
      syndicate, let love lose being. Searching for summer in the beam of death,
      No Man summons on the bridge of breath: storming into cancer, with
      capricorn a womb denied, televisual syndicate of being alive. Televisual
      thunder, fusing as she sunders; televisual king bees, deposing of all
      wonder: with jam-skeined mentals seething under metal, the prison cell of
      creaming lams the scentimental.Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch
      the den-eyed children writhe, sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing
      - in the mind, let wasp-skies summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one,
      just the scam-boys almed against the sun; no more truth, no more plain
      love, just the screen in shrouds above.

      IN THE BEGINNING (2) (after Dylan Thomas)
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the chiming face
      fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;

      and, like cyphers in conjunction, muse and fire mixed as they raced.
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, syllabic & tarry as a filthy smile,
      from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
      & after came the gyring waters, touched & torched upon rhyme's dial.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, that set alight the sparring spark,
      time & tide sent forth their fellows, & the tunes of magma's Ark,
      flailing where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, which, from sky-slit aces grooved;
      in the misgivings of the secret brain, rhyme and tide sent forth their
      moods,
      & the runes of madness lammered, & the moons of mourning roared;
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, before & after was the open door.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow,
                                                                before and after
      was the open door.

      STONED WOMB 
      Where the rivers bend, we see the hero's splendour: Thebeian shapes of men
      in rivulets of cinder: where the rivers gyre, we sense the shape of man:
      Thebeian shapes of wisdom, destruction's in our hands. Stoned are all our
      baricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, we sense
      the seas embalm: down from ashen seances, the ghosts of god assume: stoned
      are all our baricades, stoned womb, stoned womb. 
      Later, in light's restaurant, the Lord of laughter lams on by: sickle
      rhythms sunder & siren, transepts sulphur by: where the rivers gyre; where
      the hapless eremite lies maimed, into burning capitals, we sense our
      hearts inflame. Stoned are all our baricades, stoned are all our charms:
      in the palisades of grey, the oceans storm & charm: down from hero logic,
      led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs of scarlet doom, our baricades lie
      staved.

          YESTERYEAR

      Yesteryear, the spheres were strong; yesteryear, God's loving lived:
      yesteryear was rilled with song; yesteryear, the passions fibbed: now,
      with eyes on empty, the sickle moon is filled with blood: menstrual are
      our passions & menstrual are the skies above. Stoned are all our
      baricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, the oceans
      storm & charm: down from hero logic, led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs
      of scarlet doom, our baricades lie staved.
      Stoned womb, stoned womb, the palest shade of love is all: stoned womb,
      stoned womb, the palest shade of passion crawls: stoned womb, stoned womb,
      the whitest veil of love is truth: stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we
      get is cloven proof; stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we get is cloven
      proof.

      SIDEBOARD BREAKER

      Sideboard breaker in the side of the mind: a homestead full of slaughter,
      the sun of Hubris shines. Cut from cloven woodchip,with pallish reason
      cast from time, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in
      the side of the mind. Sideboard breaker in the heart of the moon: a
      homestead full of water, the river's murder spumes. Cut from cloven
      hardback, with pallish reason severed at womb, sideboard breaker,
      sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in the side of the moon. Sideboard
      breaker in the soul of leavened day: a homestead full of spirits, the
      child of living raves. Cut from cloven woodworm, with pallish reason
      buried in the grave, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard
      breaker in the side of the day. Sideboard, sideboard, sideboard breaker:
      Bo Diddley maimer, song defamer, do you know the world's creator?
      Sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker: tell me, Lord, are you forsaker?
      Sideboard breaker, broken home deranger, sideboard, sideboard breaker.

      I RECALL MY MOTHER CHILD

      I recall my mother child, shining in the venturous wild, storming in her
      apple smiles, mother child, mother child. I recall my mother kith, smiling
      in her venturous kiss, saving me from darkness come, bearing me love's
      kingdom come. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to bear to birth love's
      theory; here to mould a world of fire: mother child, mother spire. Mother
      child, Mother Mary, here to rend away God's eyrie, here to clip the
      eagle's madness, here to rend away God's sadness. Mother child, Mother
      Mary, here to bear to birth love's theory; here to mould a world of fire:
      mother child, mother spire. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to rend away
      God's eyrie, here to clip the eagle's madness, here to rend away God's
      sadness. Lion of changes, lion of flame, how shall childhood come again?
      Never till the stars go out, never till the angels rout: lion of changes,
      lion of derangement, how shall childhood shend containment? Never till the
      world replies to the pyres within its eyes. Mother, mother, mother child,
      shining in the venturous wild, time shall come, but won't know how, death
      gone after, a Golden Bough.

      ANOREX
      anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a little, eat
      the rot. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. don't matter what u try to say,
      don't matter what u try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru. eat
      to die, eat to fade, eat to wharve away decay; eat the moon, eat the sun -
      eat the endless food of none. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. seen it in
      the cinema, seen it in the streets, seen it under kinema; this world is in
      defeat. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eyes on empty, eyes gone nowhere,
      eyes on empty, eyes gone slow-where. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a
      little, eat the cot. don't matter what you try to say, don't matter what u
      try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru.
      There once was a man from cork
      who was terribly fond of pork
      he ate thin and thick
      and was terribly sick
      and then popped himself with a fork.
       
      ARE U GOING TO THE SUMMER SEANCE? 
      Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
      the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
      diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
      of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
      Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
      u going to the Summer Seance? Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
      zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
      the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
      slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
      love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
      Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
      Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
      dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
      scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
      slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
      u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
      going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer
      Seance?

      Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
      ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
      sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
      the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
      to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
      spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
      No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spiting rhyme: no
      more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
      more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
      the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of come. With beauty
      under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
      rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
      going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
      abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer
      Seance? Are u going to break thru to spiritual pleasance? Are u going to
      the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?

               NO MAN SONG

 ***a strange recession filled the bone
  that blorted round the building
  in skeins of ice and furnace foam
  i stooped beneath god's railings
  so thrice the hammer in the bone
  made manna flee and pine
  i took my pistol from my spine
  and measured god with rhyme

  no man was a friend of mine
  his hairs were filled with veilings
  in macadamic spheres atoned
  he sired my soul in flailing
  no mansion lived beyond his mind
  nor any heaven his to earn
  no man was a friend of mine
  with angled vice, his haloes burned

  so years of man lie alsoran
  and poets plead eternally
  in icen forges, summer slams
  the fairy thumbs of yearning

  and the mind's worth endless more
  than those who live in sloanes
  and the sun's worth trendless more
  than strangest nights atoned....

  no man was a friend of mine
  he stooped beneath my railings?

  i took a pistol from my spine
  & measured god with rhymes
  i took my pistol from my spine
& measured god  with minds?

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