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

           

 

 

                                    *

 

 

  bright got heavy in the street

                                           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 screwdrivers

fire 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

 

When the bright lights no longer enchant, how lame

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.