Densities 263

what have I stolen from myself?
here is another one
who won't admit to the theft
we build ourselves in tiers
all of them say I
and exclude the rest
I am on top and starting to wobble
one hand in my pocket
one close to my vest

Densities 262

what is the color of absence?
I have lived so little I am beginning
to think life is just a rumor
you have heard it said
over and over
one liners pointing the finger
as the doors close
absence is the abstinence
of our experience
absence is non-sense
it was here first
and it lasts

Densities 260

the darker it gets the brighter we shine
remember the silence
when everything non~human speaks
at the same time
unhappy tractable showing my belly never
I am ready for nothing
I don't care about any of that downsized beggary
crap bullshit is good for my garden
all that comes out of your mouth
is old and dead at birth
words covered with flies
pimping yourself at work for a raise
you can die from being broke here
its eerie what it does to your body
sooner or later
even monks take up arms

densities 175

another of god's lab rats

spilled her guts

all for a song to come

in my native country

holding me warmly in a future I can remember

the wind drove me

sacked me

what I thought was mine

were spoils

for a larger force

the blessed day wheeled around a rock in its orbit

rolled away into a night slashed by bone

tired fish infested seas

live on bread she said

always draw lots before

you fix your meal and

bolt it down

Densities 166

I can't recall those fine feelings

just like that

they took a long time to die

I buried them alive

in our garden

I could hear them gasping for air

month after month

finally my skin fell off in the mirror

the rose bush died

now I remember

Densities 135

I disappear

and she disappears

it makes our eyes sparkle

she does it in public

I spread eagled on the bed

but my reserves won't be buffaloed

being so much younger

hers are still complaining

about a fly on the wall

the size of a shoe

that has captured her attention

Densities 128

shipwrecked on land

marooned among the living

and it is I

who thank you?

it has something to do with faith

whatever happens happens without us

I hate when you say I hope you find happiness

as if it is something I was born without and was

supposed to be looking for all along

will you at least tell me if I am getting warm?

*

Densities 113

who forgets the wood

by a mere nightfall

that blind leap poised

at dawn?

cold less steady fingers

point to what's left

circle after circle

the gorges of the mind

this jesting one word

to the next

who forgets the bird calls

children of rivers and streams?

who inflames the surf?

the shattered hardness in the greater disorder

the mountains tied in knots

Densities 112

what is comes from what is not

I tried to make pictures of what is not

but they were what is

not what is not

what is not is always present with what is

I can see what is not holding hands

with what is when I pick up a brush

with the gloved fist inside my hand

I tried to persuade it to open

with words or an eyelash

falling without a sound

I offered bribes

I threw my money down

then my gun

it made me dizzy

I threw it all away

but what is just grew fatter

I starved it

I fasted

I almost disappeared in the lion's breath

but something shivered with blue lights

silver lights

and bells rang without a sound

nothing changed

except my skin was not my skin

and my heart was just a muscle

Contact

the headless messenger's message was loud and clear

a dog named Hell became our latest hero as soon as he ran out of luck

into the fragile winter where home is simple and straight

through the one way gate

the beautiful house stands emptier now than when it was unoccupied

you can hear yourself perish alone

in today’s future that was forgotten yesterday

on the other side of the glass wall

you forgive nothing and get away

with the gold

because blood washes away the honey with its army of ants blind and hungry

and the inconsolable journey that still loves your fictions of passion and mirth

who tells you to remember the maps of the world you cannot see

but only point to with your teeth tattooed by the talk that preceded you?

if you listen loyally the rain bleeds on contact

*

Do you find it hard

to go home after all?

with something undone being buried alive?

with ambition flashing

a too late sign in the electric night as you drive your cage over the edge

I will remember your eyes that favor today with all the help in the empire

of emotions that made me rich

do we all say that?

listen the flesh is deaf to the blind tongue preaching the blind hope

and its faith armed with an appetite for languages

that arise from intestinal fluctuations at noon and

and in the dead night that dreams the lips that smile

and bite

where is the music that swells around our stories?

the stone in the organ that invented pain invented art

with war and its jubilant jugglers

but what do you care on the freeway lost in the middle of an idea?

remember the kiss on your hand when you swallowed the truth for the first time

and somebody got sick and died?

*

I think you need the dark compact

between always and anywhere else

between the dogs eating the garbage scattered by the wind

and the idiots who paint with food to fool the overfed

let us give speeches for the docile and trumpets for elephants

lie to me carefully

I want what you want

I am innocent

*

The Foot Prints of Giants

Blue clouds over brown children at play
create this day
can you inhabit the spark that ignites them?
indivisible bewitching absolution
they shine emerald
what I lack their brains are cooking
in the shape of a fish trap
I don’t know where I come from
demolished crumbling walls of a name
from something… terrible
the marvelous violence that crackles with patrimony
the void’s engine
primevael zeal of swamp
a serpent’s egg the size of a table!
in a ring of garnets a green moth
is caught in the mouth of light
boardered by the foot prints of giants

Shut up!

Oh shut up!

I'm sick of being told what to do

from a distance

sleeping like a fetus

breathing by remote control

you made me!

how long does this funeral last?

can you explain my legal rights

again?

I didn't know there were options

beyond our own alphabet

I was brainwashed

in a museum

for being subversive

a sub~subjective

outside the collective

(that monumental monkey's penis

on a pedestal)

will I become normal now?

and want freedom

from freedom?

from mutation to mutation

I was there during the deconstruction

working with extraterrestial energy

I never mixed with their climax

I was always invisible

a toad whose eyes can spit blood

it was a decoded appointment

with departure that damaged my head

I cried once

I'm blind now

I consider it

tutelage

Before I became a Robot

I wore a red satin copyright

before I became a robot

I was a tulip

a parrot

before the mast

teetering over parts 1 & 2

loving only the prelude of an erotic

hunting expedition

look at me

judge

the day is homeward to the drunken

fetish

rum and frost

this is the who

you are looking for

the what misunderstood

which is the best side of a subliminal

portrait juggled by time

on the boundary line

between confluences

okay

salad king

it is time for the bison herds' damage

report

a piano with oblique angles

before I became a robot with a banner

purple was so soft

(for Geo(r)(g)(e)

I won't participate (1981)

I won't participate

as much as I possibly can!

that big mouth over there is murdering me

I've been saying the same thing all along

they taught us how to speak

the mission is to tether your will

to temporary relief

by crawling into their mouths

but I didn't know you could Yodel

goodbye to everything

I can go on like this for hours

when I have to mow the lawn

let's talk about the revolution

at first I didn't prefer playing alone

but it was always better than company

company was hard on my knees

all plans are contiguous

at least in the minds of victimologists

who watch time kill them and curse

I'm glad it came and I'm glad it went

(I'm not listening either)

the rains aborted the vapors

withered my nipples before my eyes

could refocus I spilled

the entrails of the bird and cat taffy

stick to the night

I'm still talking about evolution

the elixirs and portions

its just the bubbles that make you feel full

its funny though how you can ask without smiling

the birdsong is missing

its no picnic here

I don't know how to explain this once in a lifetime

your way or no way

and sheer fiction had never occured to me!

is this as close to real life as you can imagine?

I walk like a child with a man on his back

but never mind fat during polite conversations

Welcome! to you!

I'll be empty later...

there's nothing I can do about it!

are you the police?

*

Schizophrenia

Schizophrenia is a long walk

down a short street...

and that's just the first line

of a long story...

voyagers on their own... seperate...

indifferent...

breaking the lord's arteries in vain...

making his wine bleed... and all that...

hey, maybe Seymour liked getting greased

beneath the virgin Mary?

Listen: a spurn got into your mother's moon...

and you just slid from her pit!

you can't be bitter about it

its in the damn gospels:

devils get into our relaxing... and fit

don't ever over~estimate the power of

humility

I dropped it like a bad habit

I danced on my back through school

they threw flowers over me... it felt like rain

and then they were gone

you look just like a little eraser anyway

when you're born

these doctors wouldn't know if you woke up

dead in utopia before its all over

like~minds think its great

those devils are working miracles

I'm alert.

but I am sedative to implications

childhood shoes never fit my vindictive behavior

they say: your premonitions of doom

are groundless

can we really communicate with the dead?

can we really communicate with the dead

at the Slaughtered Lamb?

I don't have much blood!

I didn't like that rubber cement I ate the other

day

I’m an amoral militant

I don’t dance

when I want to shake it up

I have a seizure

so shake the walls with drums!

screw the house to the sky!

your body breaks and grows weak...

you must learn to fly in your nightmares

to a place where pain reveals its own cure!

and that is the second line....

*

frankly

the sky in drops thanks you frankly

a sober sun

floats above a variety of solitudes

(holes in the white noise)

until her balloon gets stuck

in the thunder

who is mumbling

the city's torso is for sale?

a glamorous valentine with blue eyes

blinks

dropping the keys to the casino

inside a banjo

while

fond memories try to tango with a nocturne

and the fireworks melt

in their cages

the earth tortures good manners

under our feet

the hustler loves everyone’s concealed

destination in imagination

prise open up those theorists

hand and foot

the lucid edge between what should happen

and what won’t

will bring

the rose in the egg

through tears

to our eyes

In The Dark Garden

I was pissing in the dark garden

remembering

with my throat still raw from screaming

blood scoured my veins

I started to itch all over

each time I opened my mouth

a long veil wriggled in a little farther

I kept my foot on the brake all the way

as yolk oozed from my shoe

surface stretched

dark stains soiled my laughter

everywhere everything sounded the way

it looked

in accordance with legend

I hurled my eye with a David Sling

earth moved and I lengthened my stride

thinking: its just words...

can't mistake them for anything

real:

constitution pollution white trash mutation

with a mouth like an alarm clock crying daily

for sacked pillars and plastic fruit

or just kneeling under some porker's purse

bleeding

with dream silk slipping through our feeble thimbles

I kept mocking christmas trees in parking lots

beneath an unmastered metalic fly~eyed curse

I locked my backtalk in a time capsule but lost the map

and the schedule

I sowed my oats against the grain

under pressure from controlling interests

its all theater now

there’s nobody behind the curtain

this much is clear

my voice will never sound more human

the infinite ice

with abstract mannerisms
an impending ghost
waits in my shoes
standing idly at the devil’s gate
hinting
it must be up to some mischief
the soul’s voyage is sailing
in the opposite direction again
unseen my shadow kissed a veiled woman
(a loner sleep walking through a stranger’s dream)
her face is a flowering thunderhead
her heart a beating steel drum of delirium
the firebird’s ashes appear as a branch
of wormwood
it has ten thousand insects emerging from its darkness
it has the smell of an ocean rising above a cliff
it has five fingers of lightning on each tongue
each the size of a sparrow with the voice of a loon
the human logos gulled her wooden heart
the heart in the hands and feet of a tree
I talk to the beautiful machines
shoulder to shoulder
but bells are ringing in the text of my moods
under the influence
of the infinite ice
and I remain as I was
deaf and dumb