poempeii

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Poempeii (1994)

  

music is vibratory revolution

in auditory evolution

but that had little bearing as Poempeii was

immersed in burning retina ash

sealing fame, dogs became statues,

chamberpots became priceless,

boats got offshore fast& sailed dog ass fast

to north stars far from volcanoes

to sell insurance necklaces

&found capatalistic cults

they sent neighbors sons to war

to die of learning

to die of learning

to die unearning the flunk of spear,

arrow, bomb, sanction

howling sounds over took miasmas

of USA dreams waitressing overtook

the priestess smoking

& tv oversnookered us in a sedate slur of neuroses

leading Amnesia to reckon musick as

documentary dissolution

of perpetual persecution 

1994 

Revised 2017

leave it to the professionals (2015)

  

Leave it to the Professionals (2015)

  

comfort squats on the part time worker,

stealing a rest in the desert

where the prickly pear

blooms bewareness as part and parcel of a wary dumping ground

littered with garden party accoutrements,

swimming pools of undrinkable water

and plastic bottles racing past tumbleneeds

toward the boarder's fence

where squatters hold sway while

trying to do number one or number two while avoiding

contact with an adverse terrain

of colosss husks

and burnt out pintos whose rusty comfort

returns his borrowed iron

into the ground by dropping sweat beads

onto a game floor

ruled by umps in loafers

who decree "play ball or blackball"

who scream "suck it up" while siphoning the gasps

of children fleeing "free tirade"

mad in the USA with boss springing the steens mtn. stallions free

In the movie version, in the disney venison,

getting comfortable with the corn eaters

in the black row of ledgers

running red ink

running out of metaphors for loss

running out of ways to screw with impunity

a stripped out threading where parts, partners,

frank steins brimming with bubbly "hey bub"

as the spokes define a hub

in the radial stretch of making it to the next paycheck

that bounces off the book cooker

and lands not on land but on the backs

of flipped turtles in their empire shells

calling the shots

from way off in lard conditioned eateries

making hypertension the medium whereby one presents any opinion

or addresses the gift of slave labor

to a hole knocked into a saguaro with a tiny sharp beak,

in a residential enclave cul de sac

guarded with goiters from incessant desk loitering

an ugly repose from which to respond

to pretty pleas for basic rites such as washing,

drinking, resting, breathing professional air

with unlicensed noses just out of reach

but easy to smack 

2015

countin coup on fingers two (2006)

( September 28, 2006 )

 

countin coup on fingers two

see me at my best, see me at my worst

what's to come if i've a choice will surely be a first

no need repeatin, nor lame retreatin

countin' coup is like gum on a shoe we all take beatin

and stuck underfoot's the trail of tears

of miles that shred and rivers fed of salty grindin gears

that focus gaze upon the grail

rollin earth, sky of peace, and bonds beyond bail

for at my least i'm a cultured beast

upon his story we verily feast

indentured to rhyme for this brief time,

enslaved to form to serve the norm which is a legal crime

even at my peak an even keel and a fairish deal

shall hull this craft beyond repeal

to venture seize, touch the base, plant flags of poems

and hatch the artifice beneath the dome 

spiral harp pooned (2018)

 

No love caresses my trellised lair

Ghost birds old songnests

Wind wrecked valley

Where no love hatches never eggs

By the peck so deep

It chips my firm

-ament. Blue morning growl,

No love found me

Surrounded in her tornado castle

Bricks flying mote by mote

Only a spiral harp of ivory remains 

(2018)

scribe of light (2017)

  

look straight thru sun, telepathic moon,

her harrier's chemtrails o'er xmas lot boon;

   mount hood snow-draped mind

   a nuance telescoped north pole won't find

saint helen just over yon, yawning waxing 

waning glacial spawn, twilight color-splaining,

   numbered zones ignored, sun burrowed snore

   getting pretty dark and 'tis not yet four

in knob knocking planetary suspension

far flung sisters siting still, metatron's dominions

   composing translations of that world and this

   error unheard of in their aeolian bliss

   blue hues run nameless, aptly dividing

   night,  day hour children, nothing colliding

   

2017

tabula rasa redneck (1987)

  tabula rasa redneck (1987)

we hit the interstate lethe early to get a jump

on all the traffic, thumbing our noses out the pequod

portholes at a sagging carload from

Friendly Manitoba, brown sedan blonde crewmates,

captain wearing hunting jacket& tie, scouring

clutter of roadsides for tracks of that great 

white worm,  there's a billboard

commanding MAGNIFY JESUS above dwindling

swindling snow left in patches glued to asphalt

w/oily carbohydrates,

neon cedar trees make a pinball game of drab

okie scenery, wounds of exposed roadside soil

bleed persimmon tears with snow melt,

sky etched jet delineates a tabula rasa horizon,

milky golden cattle graze, stretched over landscape,

their vacant stares at subsidy trucks

ease fears of recession,

speared into earth are Bodhisattva electrical towers,

reins of power lashed from dallas the emerald city,

a car on the right of way signals

to cut in, we let him, 

preying mantis highway lamps spy on us,

finally at the edge of OKC, dirty cemetary of

standard steel, a mounted jet guards the

greecian marble company's filth of antiquity,

over the cimmaron

and mud-wrenched middle ages, cancerous 

erosion of this biopsied slab of americana,

black hammers ram oil

from earth, blood of natives long sullied, 

pumped profits to zurich deny roadside cattle

CONCRETE TO GO

                 ---arbuckle moonbounce---

pave the fallen twigs

of ground flesh with a road with no view

                   *

inside stuckey's tourist trap you can git

a plastic redman scalp 

or a buffalo burger broiled in the spandex TeePee

by the diesel pump THREE FER A BUCK cashier's

styrofoamed smirk says resurrect thyself,

fields of beggar's lice rattle their tin cups,

ancient rows of trees planted for windbreaks 

lay cut for firewood, farmhouses dial 

up the thermostat and watch keen eyed hawks

watch the middle east for a mouse 

to scamper across the winnebagoed road

to success, bathed in squished 

grapes of wrath, boom town soil-etude,

horses drop dung

out their trailers under our wheels, 

a semi is painted with the slogan 

SALAD MAKES THE MEAL, past the exit for

gene autry OK, huge samurai towers

lasso clouds, a sign advises do not drive

into smoke &suddenly we're entering Love County

where a man seemingly hitch hikes

while still driving, his thumb

a-praying out the wind'er

1987 

driving with dad

dalles dam. (2004)

A regular poem, built of mythos

Was slapping against the shore of the evening

As the damned engine's third eye cyclops

Punctured the fog

Off the belly of the Columbia river

Migratory birds unlike stuffed turkeys

Filling the aisles of listeria,

To outfly the fork is key strategy 

Here in nature world

Clouds do as

They will, we can piss them off

With planes and radars but they'll

Drift into morphed omens

Beyond all censor's snip-n-tuck discretion,

River and rock, now there's

A relationship built to wilt.

Put condos on the marshes

Call it reclamation victory

4 us ape clan!

The duty of a cementblock is to measure up

A soldier must crumble his pity

A duty of a doily is to administer grace

So regular poems go,

Decorum duncifies our landscape

2004

The dalles, oregon

Unseemly (2018)

  

the guardian of the secret, his filthy overcoat,

the squeezed tubes thrown out the window.

the models on standby.

all earth, on standby, in the armpit wings

looking at how stuffed an armadillo seems,

even on the half-shell with venus

on the dais, ms. vader in her avocado hat,

a whip at her side, or is it a tail?

the pencils sketch

the buttons fall.

grades, seasons, cheers from the colosseum

as the cheerleaders pom pom,

the chalk lines shift,

flags fly. 

2018