Jim Bellamy's portrait of the late great genius poet James Douglas Morrison.
Once upon a mind, 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...
forest forge of metal heroes:
deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns;
like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind,
under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
Coda lantern, language in denial -
light, what for the hearse of God?
In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride?
Spatial summer, stabbing force of
fuse inside the head:
wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread:
what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
what for steepled injun stones,
what for bones beneath the vast?
I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one
who opened the moon,-..
...
I am the one who opened the tongue,
I am the one who opened the womb,
I am the one with eyes on empty,
I am the one with zen-tithed skin,
I am the one with eyes on enemy,
I am the one with lizard sin,
I am the one with snake-skin sentries,
I am the one with snake devise,
I am the one with
the no. on my casket,
I am the one with
rattlesnake
eyes.
Spatial summer, endless sunderer,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
shend away the spheres behind all wonder,
thunder rumba queen, come lend me century;
rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
my meat.
I am destruction, a circuit circus
turning endless:
I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise:
777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the drum
777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
777 is the no. on the
magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
on the crawl. ..
&, one day, in opening your door,
the strange
sun?...
uh..
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Copyright JDB 1999
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NOT TO TOUCH
ON BIRTH (after Not to Touch the Earth)
Not to touch on birth, not to seize the guns, nothing left to do but murder
as we run - let's
run, let's run, let's run
Beneath the roman rill, womb is rotting still
meadows in red breeze, death beneath the leaves - let's murder as we run,
let's
murder as we run; come on, babe, let's run - Run with men u do not
know, run with pirates, thieves & crows - never cease till time let's go -
run with pirates, thieves & rogues.
The mercury man is one million moons
away: serried in the hand, the graveward world decays: serried under fire,
tombstones fry: let's run, run, run; let's
run against the god's eyes
Run with
men u do not know, run, run, run; never let love go - never cease till
death must flow - run, run, run; never let
love grow.
Some routlaws pray
by a cell in the spine; the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden doing time
- life schemes forever, life prays as
living maims - gone west as Hero's
slaughter, the ark of heaven stains.
Blood is a Bible, blood is aspen
rhythm; blood is the spectrum that shends
away the prism - routlaws,
doubtlaws, men inside the mind - the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden
doin' crimes. No man knows the heaven's reason, no man knows the heaven's
treason - No Man breathes beneath the mystic earth - No Man is Man & Man
is smirf - I am the schiz swing, here to cure a gold ring; I used this wing?
Ahhh murder
me with your flava and your power
uhhh snap my city razor
la, cut a kissed wasp-flower
the patient of Adromeda is interfused with swinged
dog deaths and canine statues
run with me, run with me: let lobbed masses
swing for the pirates, the thieves, the crows
ehhhh?
hedons hear hearsed fallen ashes
dragging dolts from fuel-tongued hashes
and the keen ghosts of sex-sundered veins
cum deeply
for
chapped daughtered doctored sex war
cum, come with us:
claim life inside us as a gaoled daddy dreamed bus
STOPS
Dead!..]
uh!
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copyright jim bellamy 1999
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BLOOD WEDDING (a punishment) by jim bellamy
Peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple maim,
peeple
change, peeple rave in scarlet veins.
when denied, the peeple kill,
when decried, the peeple thrill.
peeple derange, peeple
change, peeple
rave in scarlet skein. sun is dead, moon is dead, wind is dead, rain is
dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is dead, life is dead.
peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple emote to
prove their madness, peeple promote to prove love's sadness-
moon
is dead,
sun is dead, rain is dead, brain is dead, childhood splits the mind in
four, derangement splits it all the more.
peeple
derange, peeple change,
peeple peep and peeple drain; life is largely wanton woman, wanton woman,
largely children. love is dead, lust is dead, dream is dead, scream is
dead, Everyman meets
mania parish, mania parish is getting punished.
peeple
maim, kill, rape, strip, score, suck, slay, rip. sun is dead, moon is
dead,
wind is dead, rain is dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is
dead, life is dread.
change, maim, change, derange, maim, change, maim,
derange, maim the loves you take for granted, change the loves that deem
perverted. under halo, under hollow, under bible, dying wallows.
peeple
derange, peeple change, peeple change, peeple derange; peeple derange,
forever, always, peeple die in empty hallways?
incest tarot,
incest marrow, blood wedding, blood wedding. flume of
sickness, spuming witness, blood wedding, blood wedding.
the cloth of
christ is incest perot, the shrouds above, a split-spine tenet. incest
weaver, incest leader, blood wedding, blood wedding. slick of moansigns,
slick of foamsigns, blood wedding, blood wedding. cryptic slaughter,
madam-daughter, blood wedding, blood wedding. the signal
sun is seed at
zero, the eunuch drum, an isis hero.
flume of sickness, spuming jenet,
crown of clitzoid, sounding senate, wharving rumour, sea of mud, cimmerian
state in
bud. blood wedding, blood wedding, the spines are midnight, blood
wedding.
no time to dream, no time to breathe, no time to live, no time
for ease, no time for breath, no time to die, no time
for truth, just
endless sky.
the spines are midnight, blood wedding, the spines are
blasting, blood wedding, the times are crippled in narrow motion, the
shrouds above,
phaposian oceans. incest tarot, incest marrow,
blood-to-bone, bone-to-blood, the sallow cheek reveals dead sunday, the
dreams gone after, funeral comedayze. dazed forever,dazed in loved, dazed
forever,
dazed above, the seed is zero, the eunuch summer, blood wedding,
blood wedding.
in the times that break apart, from spire to shinbone, rhyme, who
is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves),
in the oceans
of the heart, the sires of
music rave. and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop of corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the
light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith.
not for the shroud or flame of biblebook or
flower,
on the spindrift wires of time & the motions in a tower, (for the
stations of the breath & the seashores in a spine), whereby the seasons
drift, the sires of music chime. & should the angels drop from
hireling
heaven down; (or should the shining crop of corn & capeseed drown), then
there would be no rhyme except the light which shifts, & the sires of
music, lopped,
would spiral from the kiss.
fed-up with contusions, fed-up with the shame; fed-up with saint peter
&
his pearly gates of flame: a tapestry was woven, a tapestry of fear: in &
out the cyclones, christ whispers in our ear. i cannot make it here, i
have no stone to own: this earth of
mutineers is ever bleached at bone.
i cannot make it here with god's roundalay; the world is minus Sun-
there's
nothing more to say. Lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lee-lah-lah;
lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lahhhh..
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copyright jdb 1997.
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ABORTION STORIES (AFTER JIM MORRISON'S UNFINISHED POEM)
by jim bellamy)
Blood in the streets.
this town is brazen.
blood in the
streets.
blood's following me.
blood in the trees.
this palace is laden,
with blood and bleeding
and blood conceived.
blood
on the roofs.
my mind is fading.
blood at the roots.
this blood is cold.
blood on my boots.
these veins are ravens,
filled with
the bloods
of madness old.
abortion stories, deaths are cleaving
dying babies from the seas.
abortion stories, deaths are stealing
stillborn mothers
from the quays.
blood within blood.
blood and bleeding.
blood is the summer
in the grinding vein.
blood within blood.
blood
and bleeding.
blood is the summer
in the soldered brain.
soldier, do not look up high;
the mind of god destroys the sky.
soldier, do not look away;
the mind of god bleeds in the clay.
soldier, fear the bleeding ground;
the mind of god is all around.
soldier, fear the lord today;
the mind of god is in
decay.
blood in the streets.
this town is brazen.
blood in the hills.
blood's following me.
blood in the breeze.
this ocean's
laden,
with blood and bleeding
and blood deceived.
blood in the shape of a scarlet number,
blood in the baths of the ships at sea.
blood is blood
and blood lies bleeding.
blood is blood and blood turns keys.
abortion stories. blood lies bleeding.
abortion stories. blood is all.
abortion stories. blood's receiving.
abortion stories. blood must thral.
soldier, fear the bleeding brethren.
soldier, seize the bleeding ground.
soldier, seize the bleeding billions.
soldier,
seize the skein of sound.
blood in the streets. blood's up to my elbow.
blood in the hills. blood's following me.
blood at the roots. blood's mind disabled.
blood on my
boots. blood's all to see.
abortion stories. blood lies latent.
abortion stories. blood lies sheaved.
abortion stories. blood lies patent.
abortion stories. blood's a thief.
abortions in the streets of ireland, abortions in the streets of france,
abortions in the streets of england - abortion stories - blood must dance.
abortions in the streets of israel, abortions in
the streets of spain.
abortion stories - blood lies raving - abortion stories, blood must rain.
blood within blood is the terrible kingdom.
blood
within blood is the guillotine,
blood within blood is the terrible wisdom,
blood within blood is the sabine scream.
blood within blood is the terrible river,
blood within
blood is the treacherous war,
blood within blood is the terrible rumour.
blood within blood. blood goes to the core?
