MORNING
SPAN
I’ll call on you between rains
whenever minutes &
a monster hit
matinee landscapes my psalter dumb
you who are so white I could snort you
on the lamb in Dracula City
& in swims
stay tuned
a bold timeout for the quarter
followed by an all new lost
the country weird going straight
to blue ray winethick mindnoise preface
O forgotten Manhattan I’ll do
the dirty reggae w/ you lyrical but
different
asked to leave the amnesia study
at the lavenderfaint birth of this new aria
barefoot but clearheaded
raindrop hung off barbedwire
I’m all good w/ that for now
soon the winter finches will leave
what a gas
thought if I ignored it it would go away
fire trucks a parade
*
sunclobbered aftereffect casebook
on the new deliriants
spumoni sky duskt
the spooky rumpus in her pants as I
unacquainted wonderfuls unbound
throttle the lyre electric now
play the music that made John Peel cry
as actors we look to the sky
to remember our lines
sweet apple tree past yr eyes
sing new Brooklyn Sutras
blackout dates
O forgotten Manhattan O the country weird if we get separated meet me
on the platform at Union Square
the suspense of amorous reprise
another allergy spring nosebleed
aimlessness the new hip
all tweeded up in boutique weed
another post thrash death trip
who knew she’d leave
you weak-kneed in the lips
but I’m always leaving I’ve
got a long ways yet to drive
*
asked to leave the amnesia study
after another failed attempt
to jump through the hoop of flames
my heart healthy enough to fuck
May’s clear alarm
wet in yr sparrowgrace
vibrating boundaries may occur when opposing colors are brought together
a crash of feedback to close the set
the forcefulness of our prayers yielded
great rewards
the ban on tritones
lifted
soon summer nerves
stalk me along darkled streets
walking w/ my sweet
beneath the hermaphroditic elms perfect flowers
so the jackstraw marquee clonks aglow
long yellow school bus goes by
awake w/
yr laidback
redneck feedback
promise me you won’t sing
just close your eyes & floor it
look for me choir my lips
*
only no sound I can’t write
but I can ride a train &
naturally cranberry meet me
between the big rains & whenever minutes
those spring peepers
dubplate thicks up
April late dark
half-smoked cigarette butt flattened
on platform
the pansies are fine thank you for asking
the sun is shining roses going still
a blue truck tools by w/ a white cap
push to talk
the eye of God 450 light years away
that's what they
say anyway, the people who study the sky'
barefoot but clearheaded
you who are so white I could snort you
at work in the weather
some compelling horsepower
supple uproar of sprawl
moth atmospheric
the
consonantal nonetheless
my cowslip enchantress
rally cap faithful chant back
opposing teams surge
*
yr Emersonian skyline so glam metal
that it may well have been some noble song
the robin’s cheerful warble or
the wood thrush’s more glorious chant
among the branches in the cool of the day heard
that inspired the Psalmist’s poetic utterance
so sensitive to every natural beauty
to the music that made John Peel cry
wuz it Theocritus who sd
you can tell a lot
about a man
by what he considers
psychedelic
in my arcadia there will be no birds
hello/hello/it’s me/over
I’m stuck in the star chamber untenured
eating leftovers and drinking screwdriversfire trucks parades I unstirred
the country weird hangovers & layovers
in the motel last night I watched Marie-Antoinette
undress a crash of feedback to end the set
put your hands in the air
to humiliate love remember nothing
a white kitchen yellow a vase of flowers a bowl of star fruit
once the darkness
is announced
the banquet will begin
from It’s Now or Never
The midway spinning w/ its
carousels
Must seem. I retreated to a place
where the flame
Won’t reach, this loudest
pastoral’s leveling decibels.
Ever called, in my grief I began to
swan.
The fix is in. To care again is a
dare
To fine pass on by. Forge me the
emoticon
For broken, call me a cheat for
healing. My nightmare
Come near to me. In circles we
draft
In smoke & cocktails, that’s
dope so badass
Wheels spinning all the while. Cue
the laughed.
Hear the words I chose to make the
pain go away because
The lies I’m willing to tell to
serve the conceit
—always fresh & full of
bittersweet.
Friend me tonight, smush me under
the hum.
I’m in the system, & I was
hurt, redshirted
Like nothing you’ve ever seen, ever dumb
w/ volume. I’m still holding on.
Wrong alert
Went up. Solid is my creep. Drum
out thy
Wet wreckage, & under the
brined spring sky chase
The last bright red coats against
the snow, leave no alibis.
We might could get arbitrary,
embrace
The rum capricious, voyage into our
damage.
Daylight savings starts next week,
she yawned
To the boy who’d gone to college in
the village.
Refill the cups for another game of
beer pong.
Volunteer for the helpline,
pantomime the why
Delay the punchline, add more hurt
to the turbine.
Turn up the glint. Blazing in the
break, want
Won’t uh rescue you. Here. Lets start
w/ distortion
& erasure; unique in the
howling campaign
A wooden music from a wooden
instrument.
Stark consolations of the northing
oriole
Aside. We are seeing lines across
the sky.
Uncertain how to notate this late
winter squall’s
Grandeur, or the shakeup in the
cracker aisle
Over the whole schmear, I just
don’t translate
Well. My heroic suddenness
unrelenting
& numb. & so it was I began
to elaborate
Why the churn of attention is
disquieting.
Answer don’t jive w/ me or uh the
mirror.
Any old darkness will do to take
the measure.
Awestruck amongst the lilac havoc,
struck
Dumb & thundered by this pale
pink symphony
& every other voice you ever
gave me come unstuck.
If I could only go back, make the
necessary
Tweaks. Yet I can’t bring myself to
say farewell
Now that I’ve arrived in this new
hell, unmourned.
I’d have it no other way. Dead, my
cell
By the bed. Couldn’t get my worlds
aligned
In time, & late on sin’s
whirlwind arrived
Sparkled for the migration. Meet me
on Hart
St., meet me, let’s see how far we
can drive
Into our dark history before the
effort
Not to look back becomes too much.
Await
My signal. Notate the sky. Then,
detonate.