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Poems From Tape Noon

We must tie all these

desperate impressions together







MONEY...



Money, the beauty of



(currency

pale green

greesy

ornate

soft

furrowed

texture)



Skin or leather



ENTER THE SLIP



Enter the slip

of the warm womb tide



Wet labyrinth kiss



digging the wells

& riding the lies



all holes & poles



Walk down a street

A drive to the beach

Drowning man's flash

A town in siege



THE DESERT



The Desert

-- roseate metallic blue

& insect green



blank mirrors &

pools of silver



a universe in

one body



BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF



Bibulous compound of

muck & mulch milk



Tenebrous connections

in forest & farm



all-swarming disk-like

elegance



Say No More



- That sure was a mouthful.

- You said it.



YOU MUST CONFRONT



you must confront

your life

which is sneaking up

on you

like a rapt coiled

serpent



snail-slime



you must confront

the inevitable

eventually

Bloody Bones has got you!



HOPE IS JUST...



hope is just a word

when you think in

Table Cloths

Laughter will not end

her funny feeling

or assuage our

strange desire

Children will be born



WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT



Welcome to the American Night

where dogs bite

to find the voice

the face the fate the fame

to be tamed

by The Night

in a quiet soft luxuriant

car

Hitchhikers line the Great Highway



COCK-PIT



Cock-pit

I am real

Take a snapshot of me

He is real, shot

Reality is what has been

concealed from us

for so long

birth sex death

we're alive when we laugh

when we can feel the

rush & spurt of blood

blood is real in its redness

the rainbow is real in

absence of blood



SUDDEN ATTACK



Sudden attack

Stabbed & hacked but no

pain no death



Zone of silence

Sudden powered

mute strangeness

& awareness

most awkward to the mind

alive w/ love & laughter

& memory sweet of kinder

times

when we spoke & words

had soft form by

a fire



THIS IS MY FOREST



This is my forest

a sea of wires.

This gaggle of vision

is my flame.

These trees are men,

the engineers.

And a tribe of farmers

on their Sunday off.



Gods -- the directors.

Cameras, greek

Centaurs on the boom,

sliding w/ silent

Mobile grace



Toward me --

a leaping clown

In the great sun's

eye.



Grand danger there

in curved thigh.

The avenging finger --

lord.



DANCING & THRASHING



Dancing & thrashing

the reptile summer

They'll be here long

before we're gone

Sunning themselves

on the marble porch

Raging w/in against

the slow heat

Of an invaded Town



The Kingdom is ours



TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE



Translations of the divine

in all languages. The Blues,

The records get you high,

in armies / on swift channels.

The new dreamer will sing

to the mind w/ thoughts

uncluthed by speech.

Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.

Midnite showings.



ELECTRIC STORM



electric storm

from the front

barometer at zero

forest

blue-eyed dog

strangled by snow

Night storm

flight-drive thru deserts

neon capitals, Wilderness

echoed & silenced

by angels



Angel Flight

to tobacco farm

the roadhouse

tomorrow



get ready for the Night

the rumors on waking

a gradual feeling of

learning & remembering



imagine a heaven in the

night-time

would one member be missing?



THE FORM IS AN ANGEL...



The form is an angel of soul

from horse to man to boy

& back again



Music sex & idea are the

currents of connection



friendship transition



conductor of soul from the

fat brain of stealth

to sunset



Work out



Welcome to the night

Welcome to the deep good

dark American Night



a man gets time to die

his amber waste



sloven footsteps of swine



in the camps, w/ dark black

lumber

crooked stars have destiny's

number



Lord help us



LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE



Leave the informed sense

in our wake

you be Christ

on this package tour

-- Money beats soul --



Last words, last words

out

Doors

Poems From Tape Noon / Doors

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