(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.
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)
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…
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)
pied pipes of Pan
Silenus’ wild wisdom
Satyr chorus: Bop
Cruel extensions
and other suspensions
eschewing harmony
for spontaneity
