note: Jim has written in excess of 1,500 songs...

 

 

24 YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES (BURY ME NOW, FOR I WALK WITH YOU).

 24 years remind the tears of my eyes. (bury me now, for I walk with you).
24 years, yet I’m still alive. (take me down to the river, do). 24 years
of reaping the rise, and still I feel in love with you.

24 years, and I’m
still alive. (take me down to the river, do). All alone, we walk on bone,
melting away the spheres of night. All alone, we talk of stone, strange as
severed summers bright. follow me & I’ll follow you, follow me & break on
thru..

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years reveal a hollow
disguise. each & every day, we pass away, carving out the scandals for the
jesus crew. (take me down to the river, do, take me down to the river,
do).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years of your booted shoes.
(take me down to the river do, take me down to the river). honesty shall
outlive us: just as waxen faces fade to red, love shall not forgive us,
nor the sun of beauty heal the dead. 24 years remind the tears of my eyes.
(bury me now, for I walk with you).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes;
24 years, as cold as blue...      

- 

      

      THE MONDAY HOUSE
      the monday house, the monday house: where guards refuse, the words push
      thru: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now, eyes like
      twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where summer burns, the
      sirens turn: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now,
      eyes like twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where birds
      refuse, the words amuse: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like
      twenty now, eyes like twenty now. the endless monday house.

      DEAD BABY, OPEN YOUR EYES!
      they say that she's bulimic - well! - that's just a remit, you can tell;
      and tho' she eats both thick and thin, you'll never see her down the gym.
      i've been tryin' to picture you as somethin' more than fattenin' food; but
      thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. i
      heard an obese girl today ask her father for some praise - they say that
      she's bulimic, too, but you can tell that's not quite true; and this day
      i'll try to be as good with words as i can be - it's picture bulimia, my
      friend, that'll carry us unto the end. i've been tryin' to picture u as
      something more than fattenin' food; but through the ages, one thing's
      sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. now she's a kind of woman who'll
      ingest much more than jesting fools - don't u know, she'll never die, for
      dying is for those who cry; and this day i'll try to be as good with words
      as i can be - it's picture bulimia, thank god, that'll spare us from the
      rod. i've been tryin' to picture u as something more than fattenin' food;
      but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more -
      but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more.    

      imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea.
      imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
      world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree. listen and
      together we shall see just how time shall wander free. listen together and
      listen now to the size of the sacred cow. imagine the world without no
      hurt taking a trail to birthless flirts. imagine an earth that knows no
      name forever leading shame to flame. imagine the world without all pain
      taking a trail to the summer's vein. listen and together we shall see just
      how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
      the sacred cow. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
      sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
      and sense the heist. listen together and we shall see just how time shall
      wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred cow.

      suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
      to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
      relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.crime, u kill me
      gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
      hive. suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
      god's license to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
      who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the fond. crime,u kill
      me gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
      the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of Mars: suff'ring with
      volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
      round: crime, u stone this heart aground. suff'ring with violence both
      night and day, suff'ring wioth violence in every way: suff'ring and
      raving,till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless,for ever.

      once there was a way to be so golden: easy was the way for time to
      open.now it's easy to believe, now it's easy to  tease: baby,you're never
      coming home.once there was a way to be all-knowing: easy was the way to
      pray; all-glowing. now the idol is received and we've nothing to conceive:
      baby, you're never coming home. easy was the way to be emboldened: easy
      was the night that made us olden. now the rite has turned away and we're
      living in delay: baby, we're never coming home. baby, we're never coming
      home.                           o dead baby, open your eyes?

      UNDER, OVER, INBETWEEN
      the sun, the womb, the moon run blind, the moon, the tomb, the stars
      behind. all and all, this precious love, borne on jewels from skeins above
      - under, over, inbetween -rocks this heart to mesadene. the sun, the star,
      the holy grail; the mystic mentor in the vale. all and all, this precious
      dream, endless as the summer's beam - under, over, inbetween, under, over,
      inbetween. no more to find the love we knew - no more the winter in the
      dew - all and all, inbetween. mesadene, mesadene. 

      i sup the drink, i turn it back, i sup the drink, i fade to black, i fade
      to black, i tread the track: i sup the drink, i sup the drink. i sup the
      drink, the night is blue, i sup the drink, i break on thru: i sup the sun,
      i drown the rain, i revel in my starless pain; and when the world has come
      to give too many men to starless bids, the rest shall dream, the moon
      shall flume; the darkest way shall fail forever. sup the drink, fade to
      black, sup the drink, tread the track: greet me in the streets of azure,
      endless in your wicked leisure. sup the drink, drown the moon, sup the
      drink, storm the tomb: too many men, too many men, all too many men. the
      day shall dawn and life shall rise, red inside its bright disguise, and
      when the sun has come to die, the night shall stream from tearless eyes.
      the night shall stream from tearless eyes.

      PUBLIC WIG 
      burning public lairs like tar, smoking on a spent cigar, serenading
      tarnished moons, resurrecting poisoned wombs.what in hell's name made you
      feel as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think
      as if your public wig were pink? burning female gods all day, burning
      female lords all night - endless thunder, trendless light - trendless,
      trendless night. what in hell's name made you feel as if your public wig
      were real; what in hell's name made you think as if your public wig were
      pink? burning up the labial chain, spinning on in pubic veins, choking on
      a sacred mark, acting like a nehru dart. what in hell's name made you feel
      as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think as if
      this world were on the sink? 

      DANCE, MY BABY  (after Oasis)
      today is gonna be the day that you're gonna make it thru - time prays, but
      time is gone away - now's the time to make it thru: if we believe, we
      concede an ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and seize
      a potion from the sun. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer
      long. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. crimes raise
      a motile grave: if we choose to follow, we shall move. rhyme raves - all
      must rage - if we follow, we shall groove. if we believe, we concede an
      ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and lance away the
      leaves of wrong. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long.
      dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. today is gonna be
      the day that we shall break right thru. time prays, but time has gone away
      - now's the time to greet the groove. if we believe, then we concede an
      ocean from the moon - let's believe, let's conceive and seize the winter's
      spume. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. dance, my
      baby, dance, my Lady - dance against all wrong. 

      LIKE JEAN HARLOW'S FAME 
      warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls - carrying a bag of
      fists
      as if searching for a kiss - wicked woman, sired by flame - cornucope of
      endless      shame -
      warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls. 
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. warrior in clothes of blue - femme fatale in
      all she do -
      widow to the western world - silent woman with blind pearls - hers is all
      a pregnant need, reigning over cowboy seed - cornucope of silent veins -
      warder of a violent name.
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. wicked woman, girl of shame - silent witness
      in the rain - bleach-blonde babette on the run - peroxide pornstar with a
      gun - tho' she be a silent child, speech shall cool her in the wild, and,
      as silent nations bless, violent minions shan't protest.
      like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. a fly of passion on the wall, pulling down
      the fights that thral, serving funsters in the main - silent witness to
      the brain. wicked woman,
      girl of tides - when she dies, she shall not rise, neither might the
      chains of dreams warp aside her happy screams.
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. swagg'ring high, stagg'ring low, giving head
      to toxic crows, crucified by herod skeins, shendless as a shower of pain -
      whether making eyes at christ, or indicting men in heist - wicked woman -
      hers is all cheek to cheek with jonah's caul.
      like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her drug. 

 

 

YOU HELD MY HEART

You held my heart each bluesday and
Sent my beating strictures on
Midst leavened flames and golden hands
Yours was No Man’s song. What

Did you think you were doing when
I caught you laughing at our love?
It’s things like this that kill the kiss
Of ages, rape the doves, and,
In idle straits of mastered sin,
Disclose to us our deadly aims
I do not serve you; see! I am
A maniac between the brains..

So may the winnowed sexists meet you
In your halfway house; may lands
Of lesser metals greet you
As you, devising, stand
This way, that way, in the sun,
Despising each corrective face

Now may your heaving loving stun
Another hated place?...

 

      ABORTION STORIES (AFTER JIM MORRISON'S UNFINISHED SONG-POEM) 

                                                    84 speed-written lines

      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 stain.

      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.

      BOYTOWN STORY
      if u should sleep about a thousand years; if u should pay a billion pounds
      in bent arrears; if u should carry your jewellry in a bad swag bag, u'll
      be doing the hedonist rag. if u should fly on a plane to distant climes;
      if u should drink from a bottle of vintage wine; if u should dabble in
      diamonds while waving a flag, u'll be doing the hedonist rag. hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have - hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u prove, the more u'll stab. if u should
      masticate a dinner in scarlet spain; if u should build a cellar in the
      darkest vein; if u triumph over others thru smoking a fag, u'll be doing
      the hedonist rag. if u should heal the rich while decrying the poor; if u
      should deal in wealer-deals without a cause; if u should try your best to
      stamp out the mad, u'll be doing the hedonist rag. hedonist, hedonist,
      hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have. hedonist, hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist, hedonist - hedonist rag.

      Lady at the crossroads weeping, by your troth, you are in keeping with the
      stars and all their souls - lady at the crossroads, roll. lady at the
      crossing mount, by your troth, you are in count with the dreams that
      sailors have, as they sail on seas of mad. lady, lady, take to me and save
      me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to me and save me;
      lady, lady, u and i were one. lady at the crossroads weeping, farriers
      shall stave your sleeping, and the heavens up above shall acclaim u in
      your love. lady at the crossing fount, time and tide shall swathe the
      mount, and the tears shall fade away, as the tyranny decays. lady, lady,
      take to me and save me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to
      me and save me; lady, lady, u and i 

      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      in streets of penates malice, i laid down on the way; for privateers in
      palace, pirates sired my grave. weeping in a truckstop, with my guarding
      angel gone, like the ever-turning clock, i never bore a son.
      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      on a rillside stands a funster, with ways not human-made - in his heart,
      he is a teamster who sings a serenade. for a walk upon an ocean, this
      funster will give all, but as time implodes in motion, this funster's on
      the fall.
      lal-lee-lal-lah-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      my boytown story's over and my mother has gone home. such is the law of
      lovers, that this story moves no stone. for a pocketful of misery, i
      travelled on the sea - as much as rhyme is ended now, this boytown murders
      me.
      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah,
      lie-lie-lee-lie.

      SOVEREIGNTY (after Manic Street Preachers)
      While we were waiting, the world was dissipating, while we were
      dissipating, god's eyes were dictating; while we were waiting, lust's hearse was
      ruled by hating. while we were waiting, when god's brides were dilating. in
      the beginning, when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was
      grinning. in the beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our
      sovereignty?!

       while we were standing, the world was hanging, while we were
      hanging, the birds were stabbing; while we were scabbing, lust's horse was
      bragging, while we were bragging, blue birth was hacking. in the beginning,
      when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning?!

                         in the
      beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. while
      we were aping, the word was shaking, while we were shrieking, the earth was
      weeping; while we were living, blue birth was spinning. in the beginning,
      when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning. in the
      beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. in the
      beginning, when christ was singing. in the beginning, in the beginning.

....................  ohhh      is this the cusp of a dead hand?

      STRANGE FLAME?
      eating fire is a spiritless gain; the aim of the gain is to live again;
      and there's nothing here except strange flame, and there's nothing here
      except strange flame. at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the
      middle of cold is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the
      scented rain; at the centre of rain, at the centre of rain. eating fire in
      the spiritless void is the reason behind the lives we avoid, and there's
      nothing here except strange minds, and there's nothing here except blind
      spine. at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold
      is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the scented rain; at
      the centre of rain, at the centre of rain. eating fire is the game we play
      with the coil in the seed of the shended grey, and the shended grey is the
      change of day; is the change of day, is the change of day. at the middle
      of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold is the middle of old
      - at the centre of the shame is the scented rain, and the scented rain is
      endless pain. ...                         are we on the night-ship?
       
      

      

      DO WHAT'S DONE TO MAN
      do what's done to u; do what's done to man. the world inside its widow
      mind is proof of heaven's sham. as much as love is endless, this earth
      must strike the Sun. do what's done to u; do what's bound to come. do
      what's done to u; do what's done to man. shend the chains of living, shend
      away the Lamb. chimeras up in windows are worth far less than love. do
      what's done to u; do what's bound above. do what's done to u; do what's
      done to man. truth is death is trendless, truth is, death is strand. the
      sloane-boys under water are wrought in summer vice. do what's done to u;
      do what's done to christ. do what's done to u; do what's done to man.
      underwave, overwave; doesn't matter, all is damned. chimeras up in windows
      are worth far less than proof. do what's done to u; do what's done to
      truth. do what's done to u; do what's done to man. greet the void, reap
      shameless - never try to understand. chimeras up in windows hold sickles
      to god's throat. do what's done to u; do what sinks the boat. do what's
      done to u; do what's done to man. do what's done to u - never try to
      understand.

      WINDING FRONT-DOOR
      i'm standing outside your front-door - i've seen that front-door once
      before, when i was five or maybe ten; when i was looking for a friend.
      please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is old as pain &
      invites me to give again, to meet my mother in the rain. winding
      front-door carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me to time's
      concourse, to times when love was sure as gorse. standing madly in the
      lane, i see such children in my brain; i see them dance & fade away; i see
      such kingdoms in delay. please don't burn me with your flame; this old
      front-door is warm as pain, & invites me to give again; to find new
      shelter in death's vein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i
      should be, carry me to time's concourse, to times when love was sure as
      gorse. i'm standing outside your front-door; the cold comes through me
      like before, & i am waiting for your love, for those who live in domes
      above. please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is warm
      as pain, & invites me to give again, to find dead brothers in light's
      skein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me
      to time's concourse, to times when love was endless force.

      VOCAL BLOOD
      standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
      outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
      the shroud, the man in the shroud. roundabout the world, this turin child
      makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
      nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
      shroud, the man in the shroud. and he never cares to question as his
      shrouded ways decry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
      the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
      riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth. the man in the shroud. the
      man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. the man in the shroud. 

      leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
      just met a girl full of macaroni. on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
      the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
      regales the come in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
      full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony.
      leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
      roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
      roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
      macaroni blue. leoni, leoni,. i've just met a girl full of macaroni.
      leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
      macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni full of pony.

      if i could stop the time, then there would be a way to join the faceless

      child in fields of yesterday, and there would be such dreams for children
      to unfold; dreams of endless burning in meadows manifold. if i could stop
      time, then endless youth i'd see, and every endless season would be a
      gallow tree, and every gallow tree would be a place for breath; a place
      where endless burning would marry my behest. if i could stop time, if only
      time were mine to cease, then everywhere i'd find an eastern lake of
      peace, and peace would drown me kindly and peace would drown me well. if i
      could only stop the time, then youth should thrill and swell. time, i've
      seen u murder the best of mine and me - now is the time to marry to the
      times that cannot see - & i shall see time cease, for time is seldom mine,
      and in that time must cease, my mind shall tow the line, and in that time
      must cease, all love shall cease to shine. if i could stop the time, if i
      could only live, then desecrated madrigals should celebrate to give, and
      time should cease forever, and time should learn to blow a kiss, and time
      should earn its pleasure, and know how much a child is missed.        

      

     A SIGMA SEANCE

                 

       1.

      Spatial summer - led ded asteroids collide & bruise: a comae on a fender,
      like ashen love, our vehicle lords disprove. Set red beneath the hashpipe
      - a sigma seance - the ghasted gods conceive:  spatial summer - like
      wicked truth, the ark of death deceives.  Demnotic mumma, semen drummer,
      when once the ghost began, what news?
      In which angled park of angels; beneath which road did time confuse?
      Under dicta, under spanish fervour,
                                          which the sword of light
                                                                            
      that carries us back home.
      Spatial summer, sunder, thunder; dogdayed rite, which way love's dome? 
      Spatial, the sickle, first purdah ghost of israel; spatial, the number,
      the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, stained suckotash, skein of
      ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the scream behind the maw. 
      Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
      glove-gleamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the winter, the staining
      artifice of emptiness; spatial, spatial sumner, doom deriver in the fuse
      of breath.
      Whispered acritudes in ferment, such are the fusions love can't keep: sat
      in churches full of eagles, led ded as summer, death dements our sleep.
      Sapt at veinmost, thundered under metal, scarlet under sadness, our
      laughing heroes wail. Like a womb-tomb ghostling, burned where birth is
      madness, a knifeling in a rumour, this spatial summer rails.
      Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder - slammed in hatred's hand, the
      Freudian chieftan rules: sirened under mania, in a bonded state of
      failure, under dreams of empty hallways, hallucination spools. Spatial is
      our fusion, spatial, our confusion: spatial, sickness summons; in petrol
      pools, we hear light's flames:
      spatial is our rumour, the coming of all humour: 
      spatial, our cloven vestuaries, our schemings under rain.
      Licking the phallic towers, coming down from dementia,
      our spatial drum, denied in beats of maternitizing scream, like the
      druggard gut round the heart of the sun, dignifies the ghoul in the pastel
      wards obscene;
      slitting wrists of powder, letting no ghost go.
      Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder: slammed in hatred's hand, our
      summer truths forego.
      Spatial, the sickle, first locker ghost in scarlet;
      spatial, the number, the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, drained
      suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the dream behind
      the maw. 
      Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
      love-lamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the summer, the staining
      edifice of emptiness;
      spatial summer, doom deriver - led ded fission under breath.
      Spatial summer, zero thunder, spatial, spatial summer:
      spatial summer, delusion; fusion sunderer,
      spatial, spatial summer.

       2.      

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; for
these bad fruits, I rail & sail into a century of masochistic sockets; &
then the shogun berry rolls, rocks & rolls adown my pickled chin, & meadow
baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie sires me a meadow wind, & meadow is mellow
& meadow is yellow & meadow baby logic is a chinless halo, & meadow baby
is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie is meadow baby king.

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket;
gorillas going sonic are the sermons in a bonnet, & meadow baby,
crabber-locker lady, is pornographic sonnet to the sea, & pornographic
sonnet is a rocket going sonic & rocket going sonic is a mad oak tree, &
Sexy Sadie is crabber-locker lady & crabber-locker lady is meadow baby
spring & crabber-locker springtime spreads its wings.

Meadow baby logic, pornographic sonnet: baby, lady, crabber-lock laconic;
if I take me to a dance, shall the crabber-lockers rave; if I take me all
a prance, shall a crabber lock my grave? & if Sexy Sadie ain't meadow
baby, might the crabber-locker lady cry? & if meadow baby ain't Sexy
Sadie, might the crabber-lockers reach the sky? & if meadow baby ain't a
crabber-locker lady, where the hell might Sadie fly?

Meadow baby logic, crabber-lock bubonic: sonic, sonnet, proof-reading in a
bonnet: Sexy Sadie, crabber-locker baby, sonic, sonnet, crabber-locker
tonic: if the meadow flies, shall the meadow maidens rise, or shall meadow
mellow eyes come tumbling from the skies? For a meadow is mellow & mellow
is halo & halo is as mellow as a yellow blade of grass, & meadow is halo &
meadow baby yellow is Sex Shakespearo & Shakespearo under glass is meadow
baby logic, is the hypnogogic vast.

      

        3.

       I've been driving all day long, I've been driving past all wrong: tell my
      wife I won't be long. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I've been
      driving home to you, I've been driving wheels of blue: save my life, for
      now I'm through. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. At the wheel,
      time's timeless cell sees into you as roadways pass, sees into you, as
      dead motels empty their pities into the past. Asleep at the wheel, I
      hardly dare suffer enough for God this day: as I go through gears &
      tunnels, I return to no true fray. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the
      wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I prefer telephone to
      home, pendant home, telephone: tell my wife I'm all alone. Asleep at the
      wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel,
      Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.

                    GOODBYE SON......

       4.

      Spatial summer, spherical azure void:
      in the screams of endless thunder,
                                           time's red asteroid,
      like a scarlet sickle rumour, lams aside the sun:
      like a womb of endless number, the tomb within us drums.
      Moon, dawn opus,
                    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 sun,
      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.

      No more for news, no more for blues,
      no more for vendors on the rise,
      no more for news, no more for clues,
      no more the summer in disguise:
      no more the idol empty,
      no more the graveward mind,
      no more the angel emery,
      no more the razors
                           in God's spine.
      I am the sun, the Cimmerian guardian: 
      through doors of gold, my haloes razed away:
      I am the one, the Cimmerian guardian:
      through doors of gold, my heroes broke away.
      End, crucifixion, the lizard in
                                        the nave of death,
      end, crucifixion, the lizard in
                                         the nave of breath,
      end, crucifiction, the lizard in
                                         the nave of tears,
      end, crucifixion, the lizard of
                                          the graveward spheres.
       Spatial summer, here today,
                                  gone like sorrow's number:
      like a cobra in a cave, the tiger's guile
                                  destroys love's thunder;
      like a river full of fusion, the spatial summer's
                                            a fist in bud
      spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
      gone away like hero's love. 
      spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
      gone away like hero's love.
        ..                                              Are we on the knife-trip?

GARY SKIES 2 by jim bellamy: new form.

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla taping all the rings that slide inside a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary./..

bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart seem
chilled as mute apples up above
o

Gary Skies, i've been painted me the gary leas vanilla caping alll of the kings which heed gold hanging babylon babies....

oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...

they put pills in our motorcars -as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars then we danced inside rocked sleeved
sleasy ratty reeds
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town .. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns caressed berry bombs & the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons ?/

gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been weeping, weeping the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...bad boys raid the radios teased toys raise light's rodeos &, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....

oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.

gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...

la la la lahhh uhhh././

bad boys, pistols & ploves makes my heart seem the heart of a rose bad girls, pistils & plagues makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...

-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??

..
gary gary gary skies never needsto answer why gary gary gary skies Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green Ide
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..

Lo

GARY SKIES....

      
    

      INDIAN STORM
      indian priesthood; feather-shaping demon; summer under ghast-shine; instant
      state of dreaming. storm, form, scorn, dawn, dawn, form, scorn, form. here
      today, gone tomorrow, gone eastways, with mojo's sorrow. feather to flower
      to flower to feather. indian priesthood; measure-snaking weather. play the
      ghost-song, Lady; play the ghost-song, Baby - give to hero, summon up
      blood thunder; give to hero, summon up dead slumber. the world at one is
      zero seed, the world at one is nero deed. instant priesthood, indian dawn,
      indian priesthood, indian storm. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's
      leader. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's breeder. play the ghost
      song, Baby, play the host song, Lady. feather to flower to flower to
      feather. indian priesthood, see light sever. indian storm, indian storm -
      all the world's an indian storm - no time for the summer, no time for
      florrid rooms - all the world is a measureless womb. indian priesthood,
      white disease, indian priesthood, woman under seas. play the ghost-song,
      Brother, seize the Sun & wail. Play the ghost-song, Mother, seize the Sun
      & flail. form, storm, dawn, scorn, scorn, dawn, form, scorn. feather to
      flower to feather under leather. seize the Stars, Lady, seize them in
      their pleasure. play the ghost-song, play your neon note; play the
      ghost-song; rage against the oat. the world beneath world beneath world is
      dream. the dream beneath dream beneath dream is scheme. indian priesthood,
      injured storm, indian priesthood, pluperfect dawn. loss proves real as carmino
      slams. loss proves real as carmino lams. indian priesthood; feather-raping
      demon; summer under ghast-shine; sin-spun state of screaming. feather to
      flower to flower to feather. feather to flower to endless pleasure. rend,
      shend, shape; come reap the baby weather. feather to flower to flower to
      feather. rend, shend, shape; come reap this senseless measure.

     

     C/O BLIND DREAMS (after T Rex)

      Yellow mellow custard colonel, mellow yellow bustard dog, purple strangers
      spy on mangers, mellow masons yield red hods: in the singlet, under
      hammer, beneath the gauntlet of a gun, mellow yellow is the fellow to the
      spermazotic sun. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
      here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Mellow is the yellow
      halo, yellow is the bell of praise: under thunder, snapt from tundra,
      mellow metal flumes the blaze: purple rangers spy on strangers, mellow
      myrtle is the sky: under thunder, snapt from tundra, darkness spumes &
      fusion dies. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives: here is
      the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Yellow come the eyes of
      empty, empty strikes the dollar que: deep in signal skeins of plenty,
      mellow metal summons dew: in the anvilnooks of madness, down from
      graveward skies, all love, like some manna man of sadness, scatters seed
      on heaven's rug. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
      here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive: here is the Buddha
      Cat; a Buddha Cat is Jesus Christ: here is the Buddha Cat; a Buddha Cat is
      Jesus Christ.

      Word of dementia; heard it on the underground: web word summer, sickness
      from an undersound: set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman on the
      run; word of dementia, word I hear deny the Son. Word of destruction;
      injected it from heroine: web word winter, sensed the sickness coming in:
      set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman burning; word of destruction,
      word of madness spurning. Web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly, hear my song:
      dirt word, web word - Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil
      slicks, with master mucus moons away: web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly,
      hear me pray. Syringe skin meserschmit, zero halo under skin; as we find
      our Onan Christs, failing on, we demean: raping merkin maidens, with U.S.
      Kings aside to all, web word, dirt word: Dr. Dedly, hear me fall. Suffer?
      Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not greet the end; why not make it with
      your ID; slit the sun & maim the squid? Why not maim Leviathan, why not
      make the sea things come? Suffer? Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not
      greet the end. Web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, hear my song: web word,
      dirt word, Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil slicks, with
      master mucus moons away; web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, greet decay. 

      She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet
      priest, woman going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast:
      she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East. She swings the stars, she
      knows God's name: she's got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is
      sure & she is hard: she's got the universe dictating like a bard. She's a
      filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman
      going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy
      sweet priest, woman going East. She wears a bow, she wears a chain: she's
      got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is pure & she is all: she's
      got the universe dictating like a pall. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman
      going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's in touch
      with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going
      East.She owns the sun, she owns the moon: she's got the universe reclining
      in her womb; & she is sure & she is plain: she's got the universe
      dictating like a brain. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East:
      she's a filthy sweet priest, woman guru feast: she's in touch with the
      nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East; she's
      a wander lust leech: swiped woman, join the fucking feast....

                                                  o-lah!

 

      IN THE BEGINNING (after Dylan Thomas)
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the climbing face

      fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;

      and, like cyphers in conjunction, earth and fire mixed as they raced.
      in the beginning of poetry's barrow, syllabic and starry as a tarry smile,

      from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
      rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness rained.
      in the beginning was music's centaur;
                                                                    before and
      after was the coptic vein.
      in the beginning of poetry's swallow that set alight the sparring spark,
      time and tide sent forth their fellow and the moons of magmas ark,
      shining where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.
      in the beginning was the whorl of words which, from sky-slit aces, spiked;

      and the sovereigns and the birds of squiring music, skewered and ripe,
      flew and banged against rhyme's panic, and then came the moaning pipe.
       
      in the beginning of poetry and after; in the misgivings of the secret
      brain,
      rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness reigned.
      in the beginning was music's centaur; 
                                                                     before and
      after was the optic train...

           

      THE MERCURY MUSEUM
      we're in the mercury museum, we're in the mercury museum; there are
      shelves of boiling blood, ritual rotors, severed love. the eyes look down
      and we are lost, lost in mercury pentecost. we're in the mercury museum,
      in the endless space museum. in the mercury museum, one millions minds are
      faded now, in the mercury museum, the other side is sacred cow, in the
      mercury museum, the muse that writes is dylan christ. we're in the mercury
      musuem, we're in the museum of mercury. we're in the mercury museum, in
      the endless space museum, we're in the mercury museum, living fast inside
      dead neon. shelves of blood, ritual love, severed dreams, broken spleens,
      trendless living, endless theft - death, death, death, death! we're in the
      mercury museum, the endless space museum. we're in the mercury museum,
      we're in the mercury museum.

      ,......

              LAMERICA (KRYPTON SPACE-ENEMY?)
     

interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
we are the soul inspectors, we are the soul defectors. eyes on empty,
LAMERICA, eyes like twenty, LAMERICA. in the house, under house, over
house, interhouse. where guards refuse, the words push through, where
guards refuse, the words disprove. in the house, under house, over house,
interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
fusion, confusion, denusion. confusion, fusion, delusion. in the house,
over house, under house, interhouse. over house, under house, interhouse,
endless house. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LA Child, LA Wild,
LA Wild, LA child! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! denusion,

fusion, confusion. confusion, denusion, fusion. denusion, fusion,
confusion. LAMERICA! (Collusion). LA Sun, LA Womb, eyes on empty, eyes in
tomb. graveward manna, graveward mania. LA Womb, LA Labia. under house,
over house, over house, interhouse. seek the sick before they die; ever
seek till angels fly. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! krypton sex empery. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! voided state of century. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! siege seed thunder
under love. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! gold bead empire under glove. interhouse,
under house, over house, splinterhouse. cimmerian sucker, phaphosian
number. interhouse, under house, LAMERICA Rumba. fire beneath fire, world

beneath whirlwind. chemic priest of blood, alchemical pearlwind. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! wild child rumour. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! wild child humour. source
of chimera - the lamb of love lies whipped to death. source of ephemera -
the lamb of love lies whipped by breath. summer knows no centre, nor do
any chieftans gyre. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! romantic sickle wire. interhouse,
over house, under house, splinterhouse. splinterhouse, sphincterhouse,
endless inter-questing house. the monday men are coming in, along
comesIsis, cold as sin. beneath the rose, the world lies spielling.

beneath the robe, the snake lies reeling. world on fire, sun on fire, moon
on fire, endless fire. the word of god is martian surrender. world on
fire, this birth's no splendour. moot accord of eaten women - womb under
womb, the gate is open. the fence of death is wrought from laughter -
herod, give me light's hereafter. interhouse, under house, over house,
splinterhouse. tender come the schemers, rended is the night. bird of
tomorrow, take me on your flight. naughty demon lover, naughty demon lady
- heroic is death's century, as dead as heaven's baby. denusion, fusion,
delusion, denusion, fused confusion. LAMERICAN Dream, pyre under pyre,
LAMERICAN Scheme, fire under fire. eyes, first optic of the box that

sweats. eyes, first optic of the rock that wrecks. eyes, as endless as
the hunter's suffrage. eyes, as endless as the neon meadows. eyes, this
girl gathers shells for her furies. eyes, this girl farms the shores for
truth. eyes, no man is the endless sickle sentry. eyes - underhouse, the
fire's uncouth. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! fist the fusion,
make her scream. LAMERICA! the serpent dream. LA Child, LA Wild, LA Wild,
LA Child. the home is burning, let the winter come. the home is burning,
let the madness come. the home is burning, as wicked as the sea. the home
is burning - let sulphur be. the home is burning, as trendless as the
dawn. LA Wild, LA Child - no more peace, just form.

........

jdb 1999.

DAY IN THE KNIFE....................   127 speed-witten lines

Wow, what with youths, nudes & cradle-vice
We must live upstairs
Wow, what with veins, dudes & candle-Christs
We must live in hairs
& we make up sin from skinny heirs
& we see a summer of lice
Dreaming of a vaginal sea-height
^& the lords of green Hell
Hang loud tocsins from a funeral bell?
The god of chilled winter summons
Ivy-bines & radio sirens
& the cods of quickened diamond
Daub a dragger with alarms
& the screens of saviours harden
& the wolves of windows
Shadow feral taxicabs
.
Ambulant idols pray where sin
Casts a crab upon
A tree of murder; O, as the sun
Streams from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year
& we choked on a bald tear
La
We must live in hollows &
We must hear sex break?
..
I stood against god’s jeep
O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heap
Combed a busman’s leer
..
The wives of woollen dew had
Impassable rings
- The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s dad
A time bomb had
A city’s flag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of
Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat
Crying, crying,
Oh!?
The first fruited face we had
Dappled under Dali
O the fierceness of space
Cut us
& we fell into the moon
& the sandmen of the mad
Rode us unto Sunday
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
Tut-tut-tut-tut…
I espy a cold tent
O I sleep out in a star
I espy a soft mint – ah, as my car
Carries donuts West
Then diaries will teach the poor
& dairies in a hill
Must read our wills-& starred scent
Leads us to blue water…
The side of a mill has eyes
O the birds in a frill
keep sties
& when once mistress Aladdin
Drops a can in the rain
Then we supper after Paladin
& whispering skeins
Play pool with dollies
& a world at one out-grabs
Daughters of teenaged brollies
Factories harvest old women.
Nunneries arrest rolled children
& odes to god’s navel
Dig steps with bestial eye-cradles.
The wags of stairs are filled
&, la, the rags of prayers
Are wrapped in sylvan snares
& we swore for men
& we fed heels to hens; & moon heirs
Chauffeur Monks unto
A green space where May’s shoe
Hobbles against pierced blued
Bodied stasis
& a junky in a bed uses a metal bin
& the pigs of aces
Grunt for spunk!!!!
Get off your horse &
Drink your milks
Get off for the force
& drink hot silks?
-
Millers weep for fire when spun wind
Swirls, swirls
Get off your horse &
Drink your stilts
Get off- Lo- cum let reflection
Dazzle prunes with sand
Lo hear now a cocking horse
Swelled up by the juices of the city
Oo give a good hand
To the gal on the piano
Ohh.
Let wisdom suck yon island?!!!
.
A wizardry of widows weds the body
& the body bountiful listens to diddy
& a mean green mummy body
Drives a sitar
Under churches, where ova under tar
Sink fish beneath
Stinking crocus cigars
Aqueous beauty paces
O old viscous ladies peer from laces
& blind blondies
Brag for mirrors…
We awoke with a mean start
Then fell into the rain
& the rest sucks a jam tart.
Uh ho ah ho ha
Uh ho ah ha ha......
AMEN!
....

A SONG BY MYSELF:                       187 speed-written lines!
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
(a popsong rewrite of T.S. Eliot's
world-famous poem)

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against a winter's sky,
Like a patient etherised upon a table,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels

Let us go then, you and I,
When evening is spread in a winter's eye.
Let us go through half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.
Let us go, let us go
ohhhh.

And indeed there will be times
For the yellow smoke that slides the streets
Rubs its backs upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time,
To bare a face to the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a plastic plate:
Time for you and time for me;
Time for you and time to see

And time yet for one hundred indecisions,
And for one hundred visions and televisions
Before the scaling of a gallow tree

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald-spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
All the women say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"

 

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

* O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,.

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
In a minute, there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will enhearse

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
Do I dare disturb a lunatic hearse?
ohhh, Viol?!.

 

For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the ev'nings, mornings, afternoons,
And I have known the eyes already, known them all,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated grave
And when I am formed, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Sex writhes
And lightning entertains
Violation's zimmer-frame
aha...
aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

*

Arms that lie along a table or wrap around a shawl
Are not here at all
And how should I presume?
And how should I begin to forgive?

Alabaster moonshine
Soothes my sprig
ah, ooo,

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

Shall I say I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the sleep
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves,
Oh, Goodbye sweet love
laid God, help me?
uh ho...

 

*

And the afternoon, the ev'ning, sleep so peacefully
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep…tired…Death malingers
Stretched on the floor, aside you and me
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force a rape to Isis
And, in short, I am afraid:
And, in short, I am sun-laid

Fuck Fuck Fuck
Kill Kill Kill
Thrill Thrill Thrill
OOOOOOO!

and rides live for
Viol
OOOOOOO.

* aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Would it have been worth while
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, Lo!
’
Othello was
Masked Mario
`Ohh?
`Marello was a pumis
O.

My car
Exhales
sex dust
- i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,
Should I, after cakes and scalding tea
Have the strength to force the moment to its aces
I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And in short, I am
gun-raised
and in short i am afraid
zzzzz
ssss

Othello snipes
Darkness
And the seas burn, burn, burn *

I grow old…I grow old…
yes, yes, i grow cold
uh i grow old..i grow cold

Here there are sausage thumbs
And surrealist pictures
Hanging from four walls
Here there are sausage sons
And woman painting dentures
Inside the daughter of a wax scroll

*

Lightning delves for
A thunderflash
Galileo
Seeks space
Oh! come see the sleeve around Christ's face?
Oh, do cum
O- do use a staplegun?

*
I do not think that mermen will sing for me
I have seen them riding seawards on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown black
When the wind blows the water...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweeds red and brown
Till human voices wake us,-
la let's get out of here and raid the town,
.
lahh
We drive christ back home?
...

O!!!!
Ohhhh

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bus
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Dolls drool, drool, drool
skulls rule, rule, rule

DID ALADDIN FEED ME?..

.....

SIGHTS (in memory of John Reginald Halliday Christie)    in excess of 201 lines?

 

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.
...
jdb 1992.

......

 

 

 THE TIME                    113 speed-written lines

      this is the time, this is the time -
      the time of graves in the mind.
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      i'll never save you from the wind.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the moons above do not define.
      this is the time, this is the time -
      the stars of summer fail to climb -
      this is the time, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind.
      this is the time,this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time -
      the time of madness on the grind -
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the serpent in the sea of mind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the day -
      the storm of sadness fails to save -
      this is the day -
      the storm of sadness flails to rage -
      this is the word -
      the shended winter on the rise -
      this is the day, this is the day....
      this is the night -
      beneath the web of thunder,
      translucence spirits worlds apart:
      no more the way it was when young,
      just abaddon's counterpart. 
      the sea of death is reigning
      over hills in galilee -
      build your ship, for u shall need it -
      build your ship of death...
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the time of our elaborate spines - 
      this is the time, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      this is the time, this is the time
                                            this is the time.
      in the word, in the whirl,
      in the never-ending swirl:
      in the tide, in the rain, 
      in the never-ending brain:
      in the maw of the war
      that rages on the shore:
      as much as death divides,
      the way ahead must claw.
      this is the time -
      the time of dreams that never come -
      this is the time - 
      the rended way in orizon:
      if we seek the lunar temple,
      what for the men who do not care?
      if we seek the lunar temple, 
      what for the sirens in the air?
      this is the time, this is the time
      this is the time, this is the time -
      no more the stars, just death run blind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                               this is the time..
      went out to seize my woman -
      the way ahead was wealer-deal -
      went out to seize my woman -
      the way ahead was neon steel.
      the archer's skein is burning,
      is burning cancer-black:
      went out to seize my woman -
      the night behind was
                                  pearled in strap. 
      this is the time,this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                         this is the time.
      & out where man is living
      for eight long miles of endless spite,
      the spirit in the Northern Wind
      lies raving where there is no night -
      for loves that live forever,
      for spaces rilled with river dreams -
      for all the birds of pleasure -
      each way man lives,
                                  his woman screams. 
      this is the time,this is time:
      the sickness in its neon spin:
      this is the time, this is the time:
      the mad, the bad, the madamed kin.
      to raid the dark,to reap the blank -
      no more to seek just time to die:
      to find the iris in its clique,
      to move the stone of jesu's cry -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                         this is the time -
      for chiliads of eastern truth,
      the day ahead must seem uncouth.
      this is the trime, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      & in the word, & under all,
      and in the word, & with The Fall -
      beneath the sap of christ in bud -
      the bracken spiels
                                against the blood.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                                   this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                                  this is the time.
      this is the end
                                 of
                                      rhyme.

 .......

  THE WHITE ROOM (THE SHITE ROOM)
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless love, denusion,
      eyes of hand in glove, delusion.
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless death, delusion,
      eyes of denied breath, confusion.
      the early rose is slaughter-hour
      - no more the prince, just bible tower. 
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless dream, denusion,
      eyes of hangdog scream, delusion.
      the early rape is always real,
      the nest to come is wealer-deal. 
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of porno scum, delusion,
      eyes as cruel as come, confusion. 
      seek the word before light thrums,
      ruck the teat and dream of come.
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless sex, collusion,
      eyes of mental text, illusion.
      seek the bird of US breed,
      stab the stage and shed some seed.
      the white room, the shite room,
      the bright womb, the classroom.
      denusion, confusion, delusion - 
      do not doubt the teacher's drug.
      denusion, delusion, confusion -
      do not doubt the neon rug.
      the white room, the bright room,
      the bright room, the shite tomb.
      spend nine years in the ark of chimera,
      come on home to a ten-inch labia.
      eyes on endless voyages to snuff,
      eyes on endless voyages to puff.
      calling the desert downstairs - do u hear me?
      calling the desert downstairs - now revere me.
      the white, shite room,
      the bright, white womb.
      eyes on a trip to the flunkey town,
      eyes on a trip to the colour brown.
      coprotic spinster, do you know death's name?
      urine river, coptic stain.
      the white room, the shite room - eyes on a voyage to cimmerian asia;
      phaposian starling, stalin-sucking darling - do you know christ, then
      think of merlin! shite, white, bright, ice rite, wight - seek the summer,
      make it work, never cease
      till god gets hurt.
      eyes on empty, eyes in visa, eyes on empty, eyes in geizer. 
      the white room, the shite womb,
      the shite womb, the bright tomb.
      seen it in the papers, sensed the winter yearning,
      seen it in the papers, sensed the summer gurning.
      white, rite, bright, shite - white womb, white tomb, white rheum, white
      spume.
      no more the accidental, just the occidental.
      endless winter voyage, endless ship of fools,
      endless winter voyage, endless mental rule.
      the white room, the shite room, the shite room, the white womb.
      don't need a caucasian to prove us all american.
      white room, shite room, white womb.

 ......

 FUSION HRS (FROM A MYSTICAL PSYCHODRAMA The Parable of the Preacher Man) 256 speed-written lines.

      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.

......

 WHOOPS, I SCARED U

      Whoops, i scared u; i guess i always did. Whoops, i scared u since u were
      just a kid. Whoops, i scared u; the sun is in the sky. Whoops, i scared u;
      i guess i almost died. Whoops, i scared u; tomorrow is a shore. Whoops, i
      scared u; tomorrow is the Law. Whoops, i scared u; destruction is a chain.
      Whoops, i scared u; seduction breaks the brain. Womb of summer, womb of
      madness, rend away these skeins of sadness: under hammer, under natal
      blood, rend away these lizard buds - come, let searing scissors swim -
      never die till death gives in. Whoops, i scared u; i guess u always knew.
      Whoops, i scared u; i scared u out the blue. Whoops, i scared u; i scared
      u with devise. Whoops, i scared u; i scared u with my eyes. Whoops, i left
      u; guess the seas are red. Whoops, i left u; guess red seas are dead.
      Whoops, i left u; guess the creatures wail. Whoops, i left u; guess the
      seasons fail. Womb of summer, womb of sadness; womb of fusion's scientific
      madness, come, let woman crawl upon her knees; come, let chilldren suffer
      under weed. & she smokes a star and she smokes a car & she smokes a
      diamond behind red bars & her baby's bad & her father's a god & her lady
      man wields a golden rod & she does her best to die away & she does her
      best to turn bright grey & she doesn't care for reptile shit & she does
      her best to heal the sick & she smokes a star & she smokes a car & she
      smokes a diamond behind red bars & she lives in the hills & she lives in
      the rain & her lady man is a million summers vain & i guess i scared her
      since she was old & i guess i scared her since she was told & i guess i
      meant to & she's going south & i guess i meant to & her soul is in my
      mouth. Whoops, what happened; why didn't u care? Whoops, what happened;
      what happened to prayer? i saw the cars, saw the vehicles ravel by - what
      the hell happened to the roads in the sky? & i scared my woman & i scared
      my mother & i scared my peeple & i scared my brother & i scared all the
      folks who'd ever lived to kill & i scared all the folks who wrote me a
      will & i do not care & i do not care to think & i do not care & i do not
      think to blink & i do not care & i do not think to mind & i do not care &
      the skies are going blind. Woman! baby! child beneath blood blue! woman!
      baby! child beneath red hue! woman! baby! tell me what to do; tell me what
      to do or else break thru; tell me what to do or else break thru. Whoops,
      she scared us, i scared her; whoops, i scared us, she scared her; whoops,
      no more, just stones inside; whoops, no more, just wicked brides; whoops,
      no more, just wicked eyes; whoops, terror, whoops, derangement; whoops,
      feather, whoops, containment; indian summer, doctor of estrangement;
      indian summer, doctor of displacement! No more love, no more news, just
      the rider singing the blues - no more love, just leather kings; no more
      love, just menstrual wings - & she smokes a car & she smokes a star & her
      husband's a devil & she's behind bars & they know & they grow & they
      always did & they learn so fast & they have no kids & she is he & he is
      she & there is just no more to see & he is she & she is mister blood &
      there is no law, just bones in skies above & there is no law, just bones
      in skies above & there is no law, just bones in skies above.

.....

THE GRAVEWARD DREAM

      i sensed so many people die - inside their minds, the winter raved.
      i knew the word inside the world - so many men, so many.
      i sensed the Earth about me change,  from life to death, to deity
       i sensed so many people die. so many men, so many.

      **
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      stunning the sun, the word is real.
      beneath the rain, inside the brain, 
      dark as winter, dreams denude.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know, the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the light that flails below the mind,
      is seven more than death behind;
      & should the witness in the cave
      console the seas, the sun would die.
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      shended come the ides of breath.
      dark inside the deity,
      words in words are cold as theft.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the orison, without a wheel,
      can only rend away love's spiel:
      each way the winter raves aside,
      the phallic heist can only ride.
      the warden in the steeling blood,
      has nineteen eyes, all bust in bud.
      the graveward dream, the gravward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      I saw the woman in the wreck
      depose the moon inside its seam;
      so many man, so many girls:
      this earth of fire is bound in pearls;
      & should the sickness in the rose
      lie shended with the heart deposed,
      then man & child would live forever,
      raving where all death is pleasure.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the blackness, in the lobes of theft,
      lies riven with the arcless mind;
      so many truths must come to none,
      as rended as the mourning one;
      & should the witness in the rain,
      lie serried with the graves of pain,
      no man nor child would come on home,
      to greet the reaper in the dome.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      the murderer is on the roof;
      the word lies railing, in a cage,
      as cruel & cold as hero's age.
      the cosmos sees no cellves ahead,
      nor rakes away the golden bed;
      nor man nor child come close to kill
      the seraph on the neon hill.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      i saw so many children die,
      i saw so many peeple fly -
      the doctor in the iron kiss
      lies serried with the graves in fist.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the graveward wish, the naveward stage -
      the cellves of time can only cruise,
      away, where death must deify,
      away, where death is real.
      the graveward dream has scarlet skeins,
      as native as the scarlet brains
      of crime & cause & red macadam:
      the world inside, is duel abaddon;
      & should the day I came to see
      the winter in the casuistry
      reveal the witness in the light,
      the life inside would reap the night.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      & I must know the face of god,
      & greet the aaron in the rod.
      the shended day, the rended way,
      the crucifix, in iron sun -
      all, the christ within the vein
      must raid the womb of everyone.
      there is a word that no-one speaks,
      nor any heart can choose to seek -
      eyes have known the heart of death,
      eyes have opened, eyes have screamed -
      the idol in the church of lies
      must reel away, or else not die!
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      & I must know my meadow-child,
      & i must seek the endless wild,
      & i must know the ligron's whirl,
      & seek the sinner in the furl,
      & man shall come, & man shall live,
      & love shall rave, forevermore,
      & where the moon is out of sight,
      the ark of dreams shall raid the bright,
      & christ shall cut & christ shall groove,
      where girl in man deprives the mood,
      & light shall live, forevermore,
      where graveward sickness knows no war.
      the  graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars...

......jdb 1999.

....

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?

 

..     jdb 1999.

 ...

THE DYING GAME?