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Chapter One
The Poetry
from VARIATIONS ON A FLIP (1963)
the distrust breeding
uselessness of everything
how far til i hit bottom
happy new yeeaar ----??!
old year danced out on
big flat feet
glad to be rid of
its heavy burden
new years never came
he hid in the snow
in the waiting times square crowd
slugging cherry kijaa from a hip flask
`61'
brick by brick
i build my wall higher
so i can learn to live with
you build my wall higher
too high - i can learn to
live without
remembrance for a sleeping tiger
wipe the slate clean
scratch one artist from the books
one painter down the drain
strive for knowledge
reap a shallow grave
no more flowers
no more pain
books to books
brushes set aside
yet remember
to some she never died
for a chick who died due to the unjust laws of the state
--*--
i walked out the rear door of my mind
the corridors are as bright as the outside world
... softness & tomorrow ...
i am nights of anguish
and lie
in invisible silence
of shadows weeping
in solitude
of unfriendly walls
seeping hollow echos,
the sweetness
of your voice whispering
in softness.
inside the hunger soledad
gnaws insatiable
with gnashing teeth
of ivor remembrances.
visions
of stolen ecstacy,
trembling the sun sets
on forgotten lakes
with the circle
of a pallid moon - rising.
resting
in the folds
of angels wings
we kissed
in tenderness
with langorous lips quivering
seems as if then
and lost,
tomorrow mornings apocalypse
and emptyness dissolves.
... to all sad endings ...
violet heartbreak
its the season i guess
tears on rock
born in spring - death in snow
sneering sun - you knew it all the time
... X ...
this strange little bird
has been tapping at my window
for the past few days
cheerfully chanting
"someone gona die"
i finally chased him away
with a whip of snowfluff
coughed my bronchial hack
spit up a clot of blood
christ, as if the howling
dog wasn't annoying enough
... progress ...
titan red
a women in bed
Tyche - lady of luck
a bus and mail truck
forget color
build a skscraper instead
= surrealist scene =
the plaster pillars are crumbling
the columns lay in granite heaps
the rotting timbers are creaking
they snap
under the heavy burden of thought
my mind bails out of my skull
dropping
to land and bounce
like a rubber ball
back and forth
on my pelvic bones
... quiet autumn ...
the sky changes its clothes
from pale blues to azure dragon
sometimes halloween oranges
and today its sabbath best
mother of pearl sky.
the sun red above grey-purple water
bronze sands littered with copper leaves
and driftwood sienna - dark brown
autumn crisp sweet smell
of burning leaves.
few green leaves hang onto life
clinging to their tree homes.
its a sad autumn - silent season
a few snow white clouds hover
overhead to predict winter
in winter its miles of
dangerous ice that covers the lake from cold
who will protect me
in winter lovers sweat under blankets
in warm passionate embraces
who will keep me warm
in winter all paths
lie buried in white snow
where will i walk
... white tiger ...
tiger eye - turquoise sky
in black copper and
gold, wheres the blue?
ecstacies hue
ruby sunset - be bold
... the crying tree ...
no flowers lay about my feet
no grass or weeds to hear me weep
ive drown them all in fruitless sorrow
the splash of leaves - a grey tomorrow
... education of a food fadist ...
pass the thesaurus
lord im hungry
little puddles of
Rogets
on my Webster salad
... neither nor ...
neither i nor there
nor the purple flame
but the golden sun
on the empty plain
in a field of blue
a violet streak
and a green aurora
on a mountain peak
cry - cry angel with silver wings
dive through liquid emotions
and scream in whirls of hell
... this weekend of smiling navels ...
i opened hearts
and watched from crawling doors
but nothing angel
nothing
i tried the gingerbread scene
looking out of asylum windows
and rolled down spiral staircases
only stop like sisyphus in reverse
i licked cactus plants
till my tongue was shredded
and played in Nevada sands
eating ants-drunk aphid chasing ants
i've walked R.R. tracks collecting rust
covered iron scraps til my pockets
were so full i couldn't move and
the weight made me think of christ
i went swimming in the stagnant pools
of life and wandered the polluted
streets of a RANI incense
burning america
i never had time to look homeward
there was always a shortcut to
Nirvana - $.15 hamburgers and
fried onion rings
i kissed two warm lips
and woke to find myself on a lily pad
face to face with a mad frog who told me
i had halitosis - and lept
i crawled into my radio looking
for the music and made new friends
men in white coats and sweet
tasting cushions on the walls
I and i skipped in fields of dandelions
sneezing - with pockets full
of wet handkerchiefs and dreamt
of white poppy seed rolls
and watched from the crawling doors
... as age creeps in ...
why is it
that i admire youth
is it the flashy ignorance
(that ripens into old age)
rebellion? disallusionment
the insouciant chatter
the heavenly obliviousness
that roams with the unaware-everything
is "no matter"
the soft lines of agelessness
smiles uncynical - not chose with care
or is it because - i missed it
riding too fast - living too high
traveling lifes thoroughfare
... october song ...
moon hanging lower from downgrass
and i wrapped in mysticism
so surrealistically symbolical
an i for an i
and toothless for toothless
groundup in a rainbag to be
thrown away on a paperday
this is shinto - this is zen
this is my brother
then lost again
rythmical like a salty orgasm
pumpkins fast for yom kipper
all this i missed
in pursuit of a grey night
midnight running loose
with impassioned sinister sky to be -
littered sidewalks shouting to passing clouds
while cars became a blizzard
of smash the asphalt
all this i missed in pursuit of
a quiet doorway to be
... my enemy ...
i stand outside me and watch myself
i point at me
giggle
and then i laugh
and my laughter grows and grows
until -
the eternal headache
sleep - unconsciousness
i escape from me
... the black void ...
oh man
the noises i hear
each infinities sound magnifing itself
waiting like nights cat or children strangling
louder - LOUDER
pounding in the head
dryness
the flesh peels from the soul
yet - the mouth remains
i speak - but the sounds are not
i see - but everything dissolves
the hunger
craving - forever unsatisfied
and what for this time
the thirst for the unattainable
the taste for--the knowledge of never
... no more talk about waterloo ...
ivory symphony
buttercup cords
the wax museums quiet now
since they hauled napolean away
... prelude to a rice throwing ...
lips we let touch
and ran amuck
raced to silver stars
and flew through bars
leaving open
entrances with
their portal plugs swinging
in the foolishness of
captured tied with first
loves blood pumping organs
then souls
forgotten puppy love
to bed and back
tortured rack
wrapped in crepe paper
... for a rainy day ...
kisses
we tried to save
pressed in books
like flowers from
a sun warmed day
only
years later to
open yellowing pages
to find those same
kisses - wilted and dry
... bop for kiddies ...
i watermeloned down the lawn
and summersalts in season
a red balloon
a blue - a green
an orange one all
floating skyward
with childrens dreams tied
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