DAY IN THE KNIFE
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
& 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
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
from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year
& we choked on a bald tear
We must live in hollows &
We must hear sex break?
I stood against god’s
O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heap
Combed a busman’s leer
The wives of woollen dew had
- The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s
A time bomb had
A city’s flag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of
Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat
The first fruited face we had
Dappled under Dali
the fierceness of space
& we fell into the moon
& the sandmen of the mad
Rode us unto Sunday
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
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
O the birds in a frill
& 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
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
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
& a junky in a bed uses a metal
& 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
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
Let wisdom suck yon
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
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......
copyright jdb 2019
CRAZY IS THE HARVEST MOON
Ask my lady what she really wants to be; she says,
Baby, can't you see:
I've never lived, all I did was try to die: so I say, Lady, needs must the
will to cry.
Crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy
is the harvest moon, crazy is the casuistry...
my father what he
tried to do; he says, Son, I did my best for you: I never lived long, all
I did was pine away: so I say,
Father, needs must the will to pray.
is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon,
crazy is the casuistry
Ask mad Tarsus just why he chose to change; he
Man, best I did was to derange: I never cared much, just chose to
lose my head: so I say, Tarsus, needs must the idle dead.
Crazy is the
harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy
is the casuistry
Ask the Lord why he went direct away: He says, Man,
the best I did was to betray: I saw the stars fall, but never thought to
trust: I say, Jesus, best you find the route to lust.
Crazy is the harvest
crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
Ask me now just where this life will lead: I say, Woman,
best contest this devil seed: best destroy me before my light burns out:
best try to break my brain than live in endless pout.
Crazy is the harvest
moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
copyright jedb 1999.
Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's
got trumpets going solo: has a pair of
dolphin boots, a walrus lantern & a suit.
In the summer of his eyes, Simon
Rolo's bright disguise parades in seashore rhapsodies, spastic rifles &
high trees. Marco Polo, Simon Rolo: he's got doctors in a folio:
grasp on magic science; a starry beard on skin defiant.
As his history
rocks & rakes, Simon Rolo finds the brakes: driving, driving all day long,
Simon Rolo sings a song.
Simon Rolo, Marco
Polo: he's got dates with
Tolkein's Frodo: buys a ticket for a ride, shines his shoes & shines his
As he swims in Autumn seas, Simon Rolo's senses heave: gliding,
gliding all night long, Simon Rolo bears a son.
Marco Polo, Simon Rolo:
master-mistress to time's solo: got a wallet in his ears, has a bike with
ninety gears. In the sermons
of the skies, Simon Rolo waves goodbye, & as
music here abounds, Rolo's world slips underground?
copyright jedb 1997.
Yellow mellow custard colonel, mellow yellow bustard dog, purple strangers
spy on mangers, mellow masons yield red hods: in the
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
Word of dementia; heard it on the underground: web world, Uh, dr dedly?
Copyright JDB 1998.
... MEADOW BABY LOGIC
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,
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...
...........Copyright JDB 1998.
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
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.
standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the
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
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
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.
copyright jedb 1998.
Drank from the artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday,
spent a little while in a tigron's cage, slavering away against decay; saw
the trainlights spurn to mean, shot against my fused & dead demesne, did
my best to marry on; drank from a choke & sired a ripper son.
i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
i did not rate
u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
Drank from the
artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday, summoned up Zion
from a golden stage, danced my mind against love's grade; saw the
trainlights purdah out, shot against my fused & den-eyed pout, did my best
to do my best for u; drank from a choke & broke on thru.
i did not rate u,
no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate u, no, i
never raped u, i did not rate
u, little kid.
Helio Bundy, Morrison mane,
why do you drive my mind insane, why does your pick of leather hate sire
against my mental state: helio Bundy, wicked child, why do u rise against
the mild, why do the dirty on light's dream, why rape the child &
Family garden, sickle feast, why put my brain inside the beast,
why take away the loves I had, why spurn away the gentle mad? i did not
rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
me, no, i never raped me, i did not rape me, little kid: i did not rate
the summer sun enough to save a life begun: i did not rate u nor me at
all, all i did was fall & fall.
Helio, helio artichoke, helio, helio
artichoke; saw it in the news, the child tells lies in
hope; helio, helio
artichoke. I did not rate the child I knew, i still don't rate the things
he do: saw it in the news, the
child dies blue: I did not rate the things
u do. i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate the things i did: i
did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rape u, little kid, i did
not rate u, no, i never raped u:
i did not rate the things Love did?
..Are we on the night-ship?
..copyright jedb 1998.
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.
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.
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
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
lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah,
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
copyright jedb 1994.
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
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
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...
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..
Copyright JEDB 1994.
& I WILL LAY THEE DOWN
& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage
& i will ravage sex with lumber
o i willl lay thee down
& when the slides of christs dam rage
then eyes will lay thee
down in sex-age
when once an oceaned promontory slaves
after sex & ruin
then the arks of screw-ins will
dedicate dolled hearts to a stroking hill
& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo-cage
ah, i will suffer thee
easy lips & lamping northed thunder
& ice will squeeze you
& a heady north-ship will spew you
over & always under
dark masks & dunny dilly Father....
O the hands of the sage
where a tree's stave
will sup a gold supper- & bent lays
lam us when god's tundra
shows no idle mercy.
& i will shake you under oven-burning
& we will take hay long when
snaped cradlers issue men of yearning
studying for a cuckoo cage..
this side of the dark, a rider of the dark
dons a feather & a sky
lo this city dart dazzles daddy's mark
& a cuckoo face will sear cooked sky
& ken will cage an oiled house
the budded brined wrists of old Mars
suck a cloth from out the moon
& sizzlers of a salt tryst
heap holdals where a starry mist
when wide of the past & stained
then timeless carriages
ravel into old times
& i will marry youth to tines
& the robin's coat will grind
away, away, away
& i will lay thee down in a cuckoo cage.
Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019.
she's a gem-clued girl
she's a gem-clued girl...
a mother-of-pearl guitar sutcases
then rings she pulls in a Midas gaol
and i can hardly
heave from heaven the memory
of my guilty girl and her history;
and she's my gem-clued girl?
o stopped when startling, love's heart
raises spheres from heaven
and a bed of harts heeds the garden
and love's midas-gaol sees passion
sending bright brides to missions;
and she's my gem-clued girl?
ah, as the clock of life's day winds
down, down, down
then the wives of a beating town
heed me; and my keen woman
pulls her rings from a midas-gaol;
and she's my gem-clued girl?
freedom trips the heart as pearls
clothe kind gals in magic fiction?
copyright jedb 1992.
The Beatle's genius song Day in the Life is 35 lines long?