Alaga Syrup

Hasty compassion rooted in a mind elsewhere. Fried chicken, rice and gravy untouchable tempting the table. Fresh milk of cow on Wisconsin farms drank warm from neglectful hands.
Scars rant. Glimmering branch sprouting void. Plumppest sweet worms grummy mites scurry the unlighted crumbling world beneath sights of wishing grasping helpless moments.
Sounds of love's glance away. Inhaling the power of words to transform heal. Tasting Alaga syrup wseeping Wonder Bread.

--24,31 May 1,2 June 2010

Das Lied Von Der Erde

Farewell.
And almost no pain
all all die but once
the ape in the tree
Mahler's refrain an epitaph.

1907 a fortunate rural summer
then thin autumn frost
all this life.

Death is no end
where i go
clouds mist eternal.

Singing in the dead night
the exquisite hour ends
where it began.

An invisible palm
plump rose crevices.
Knowledge to be lost.
Song of my wandering heart.

-- 29, 30 May, 2010

proscenium

Au revoir
who knows when you came
your time
we all need a story
i'm returning a lost story
the loneliness seen in houses
how do you think how we live
we live for romance
a man in the street
isolated hope
maybe i'll go that way
a poem on a coffin
in a cave
well parsed hours
a proscenium
the stage declines
goodbye stranger
nothing need know your origins
how much we lose along empty words
you i never knew
always sloping towards the light.

--22 may 2010 (apres-midi)

wanna breathe ginger ginger mint osso bucco bones

What is it too coming around again To fly beyond away over there over there What's it all about Breasts tipping milk laddles of love might not get none Red spit spat on pavement Daddy arms around surrounding me red fingernails grow wild long fierce can cut gotta sister named Nellie Sue What's all this love thang about get over We fall over its a love thang coming round again aint nobody love you better Look into my mother's eyes daoent daoent daoent daoent warm and tender sweet surrender I'm a red oiseau got walk supple thighs reaching forward It's a battle royale stepping through my big toe curved against black et white print Sydney days at Centennial Park A Black swan laying in water round I think of the possibility of a Black Swan unseen that exists in realm my mind flux fluctuates mind over matter though i aint stopping no no here it comes Sister Sister going to Phoenix leaving on a jet plane broken back spines driving from something late at night crash into me the songs in my head you me for you and me crash into me A beautiful day a bird call it speaks once a sound along reap my soul coming back here now performing monkey bars swinging writing a life a dream of what once was for you for me and the bell tolls sweet like candy a birds thin leg breaks but not broken 2 metres span wings soars i gotta draw these words overtaking me mind full things coming coming dont drown moi wanna breathe ginger ginger mint osso bucco bones saving me and for them I'm a oiseau flying flown away there for you for me a pellegrini cafe at night with love a sweet dark chocolate love thang i tasted drank it all in down my throat then smiled aahh Life's a beautiful thing eh gotta give it up What's it all about you know? Red roses red roses caressing feet toes of stone anything is possible White ladder long my time is now aint no coming back prehistoric toes aint they beautiful hell yeah! I feel that feel it. And the heart says whatever. The moment of sweetness was agonizing then gone gone.

--20 may 2010 (morning before 11am)

I carry my wings on my back

The country of narrative. I've come to the end of something. There is no end to the other world. The wooden boxes eat or be eaten cold grace a knife and a fork. My story will not be told once but twice and more an altered grey set to music that becomes our lives a life of crumpled pages hoping not impermanent words that belie what once now gone to ash or a teeth discovered under a hand of cast stars a warm finger waking up after the storm flashes leaving my dream the sun glooming remnants of the slow vocabulary of what i recollect best. The glass is already under the skin the landscape of its own tension floating in the ether of its own content Our lives are memory we had in another life Clouds still follow us as in the old sky. A metaphor. I want to walk in amber Amber memory translucent swirl sharp et murky. Memory has no memory. Our lives are like summer cotton, an abyss and that's no metaphor. The radiant glow that washed me a golden glow in good gradual time Silence can be healing or a death Childhood has trememdous shape a wild animal hiding out but never disappearing half seen flickering in out of the forest underground under a boundless canopy. Life is a drop a stone of amber backlit Everything we are becomes what we are not I carry my wings on my back.

--20 may 2010

Labyrinthine

Out of the night i come go creep creep hear say moi now now what latitudes lay lie i've come without a country lay me down in thick grass yellow bells bending in yellow light Where is the destiny i'm yearning for you and moi I can't see it it is there the sea the sea here we go round the sadie tree the sadie tree make love to me now sweetest honey dew do do it now Release realize moi Chisel cuts above hanging time i know i know vodka bottle with a goose neck crush crash oh no! I've always wanted to be free explore things thoughts but drinking green the tea thetea ilikit pt a dialogue of senses hungry for breakfast at things i go wanna be starting something stuck in the middle yeah yeah miss you Michael Jackson Indiana boy. an orange doric column recalls recollects moi sensibility. Children parting dirt rows playing store collecting food boxes hand me down clothes stolen at night Im a red oisseau a bird flown flying above the tips tall trees im way way high floating in the mist afraid and free the costs to be of freedom to be alone I see the sky I am the sky a circumference of wide winding Mediterranean turquoise bleu violet lavender rose a sea turtle's skull sockets black hole ignots where eyes lived long before i come here to be. I am a sea swimming the waves surge and fall sans my knowledge but i know they swallow and vomit the fears of flying above. My eagle eyes see the water seas and know it this too shall end fini up up stairs of glory yellow fresh corn delicious hot muum I'm a oisseau a bird don't you know? I see the clouds they rain down blue still sky on the road to tarascon sunflower miles. I've always been felt like an odd cougar scream at night in the dark searching to say and be what a some kind of it thing. I have arrived now and im fierce strutting down. aint no afraid now I'm a peacock belle avec tattered feathers tail but dont see it i know it's all right as should be. I'm a oisseau avec caramel legs red fangs claws in Khazhstan on the banded arm of the white haired eagletierre lift off taking flight. I'm a oisseau flying high soaring above it all. I no longer see the trees. There are none here.

-- 19 may 2010