Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Jacob

 Beautiful hair

 (so much more so when frizzy)

Good looks and a charm

 that is ne’er overpowering;

certainly not a dandy.


Were you born on Venus,

 or the Moon?

All feel safe,

 with you my friend.

Too safe, and the mice

will eat your grass (it ain’t 

so green on their side)

when the cat has gone outside

to play.


Clean your room!

Light the candles.

 Some people are

 coming over.

We’re about to rock!


I salute you.


Thursday, December 8, 2022

The Lords 2.0

    The Lords 2.0

Beta

Betta

mo’ blues

jo

rye sin


cough

crystal clear

taught — tendon

necks extend


point & click

digital safari

viewfinder

iPhones



We’ve become 

scavengers

going to Market

to sniff out someone

else’s kill


“The eagle never lost so much time as when he

submitted to learn of the crow.”

-Blake



Hungry eyes left to dry 

in the desert glow of ultraviolet

mirage, hand-held hieroglyphs

patented by a new theocracy



‘Gimme y’r bones!

I want to suck the marrow’

Eve gets a cameo 

while the old man convalesces

eating poppies in hospital bed,

groaning, as his chest rises

and falls


‘You did this to me’ 

he realizes,

lying under dirty linens

while she takes him to the cleaners


blackfaced servants carry

pink lemonade on trays

white face of the clown

weeping over our foolishness

as we hand him the whip,

‘Spare a penny for old King Llyr’ 

so far from home

cross the sea

his son, Mammon,

married well and has it

covered.


The Spanish Inquisitor 

got held up at the border 

‘No habla Engles’

the cold cell felt like home

but they were amateurs 

when it came to torture

and sent him on his way

El Norde


greeted at the airport terminal

by a crowd of atavistic Puritans

who were ready, despite his popery,

to follow him blindly, 

anointing their new king with his Corona

and a wedge of lime  


        I remember sand at the beach 

running through my hands

while time stood still

        building castles that would

last forever

        fading into dreams of silica

the Philosopher’s Stone


Alchemy achieved 

  at last

  top-down systems

As Above,

So Below 

macrocosm in a

microchip


some Great Work… 



and on and on…

on/off

1’s and 0’s

can’t breed on this new Ark

once upon a time

we went 2-by-2

“male and female He made them”

while

“Moses stood by the

Red Sea shore

smote the waters

w/ a 4x4”

Slaves starving for meat

Vegetarians, Hebrews


“This is the land

where the Pharaoh died”





Let he/she/

or they

who can see

look away


The abomination

    of desolation

is in the palm

    of your hand



I grew up in a glass house

People always threw rocks


How could I do otherwise?



It rained & rained.

Acidheads took to the sky

their dreams of politics 

& science & art

& took their kites to the picnic

but would have nothing to do 

w/ God

and etched out a new dogma

machines were bound to obey


android race of slaves

a fifth estate

soon to hack the Bastille


To be sure,

Man now looks

d

o

w

n

    I hope you’re happy, Nietzsche

(or were you just frightened 

  of tripping like Heraclitus?)


Tangled web of wires 

this nest of vipers

& their serpent Caesar

rat-gnawed cables

& forgotten phone-lines,

tonsillar networks

radio, rock & roll

was too dangerous

hedonism & irreverence

can stay



In the Golden Age

of Rock & Roll,

Budweiser + can-openers

rape went unpunished

in suburban garages,

synagogues of the new religion


now cameras have

eyes up skirts

and doctored evidence 

to convict anyone who

plays their guitar in the

wrong key

through amplifiers 

built in China to

explode and destroy

US, leaving only ashes

from the untimely

experiment: Liberty


Cultural Revolution



LAmerican Woman

crucified on a telephone

Pole hanged by FIOS

and buried under 

asphalt, flowering with

electronic cigarette butts

and old yellowed warnings

from Surgeon Generals,

prophets and other obstacles

on the great road of progress


Take a trip

on Route 66

(don’t forget

  your GPS) 


Tuesday, December 6, 2022

The Druid

West Cork Whiskey

Irish fiddlers @ 

the Druid

taking up space at this

table (knock on wood,

literally)

until some hungry

yuppie yipsters need a

place to park their

skinny arse


I often wonder

How would a bachelor 

get lucky in a place

like this?

let alone the dumps

that pass for pubs in

Cambridge these days



Sad wife, 

sedate Saturday

children playing

Laughter is our 

only salvation!


Hey, Baby:

You gonna eat those fries?

Pick-up lines 

or put downs

Irish compliment

supplement my 

German thirst

Not the worst… 





My Pagan Heart

My Pagan Heart 

runs riot in the forests

of Central Europe 

through all history

inciting the philosophers

to disclose this mystery


Profound poisons 

of alchemists and Arabs

leave one wanting

a barrel of läger

and the sweet home fire


Luther and Plato

 bound us with books

still I feel closer

to Kind David’s lust

 and John the Evangelist

swirling in mystic chaos

than all the epistles

to all the Churches in Asia

circumcising my seven souls


and Egypt was another dam

desert in time

wilderness way back when

wandering

women with waterpots

atop their head

Moses thought, “Let me 

live here instead.” 


Homer, that Trojan 

horseman Calliope inspired

another exile

from when the confederation 

of Paris made its last stand

taking turns raping Europa


out on the high seas

Phoenix rose again

Jupiter guiding Zebulun’s ships 

to Hong Kong, breaking off

from the mainland

Confucius confuses 

but every river runs

to follow the Tao


then on to Britain

with Virgil’s hero,

I left Joseph of Arimathea 

to guard the Grail while

I wait at Avalon, last

of the Order of the

Welsh Knights of Ras Tafari

(this white boy knows what’s up)  


Miles

 Silver sound, trumpet man 
drunken notes lucid

pied pipes of Pan

Silenus’ wild wisdom

Satyr chorus: Bop


Cruel extensions 

and other suspensions

eschewing harmony

for spontaneity