Tag Archives: blues

Severed Head Exhilaration Blues

11 Jul

Trying to put myself
together
like calendars
and sex-
listening to the
songs of fallen
leaves-
the beginning of
the symphony of
ice
white flower
blossom snow.
Skycandles explode
in my head.

In her hand
she holds a bag
of smokedance.
I want to say
no, teeth
pressed
together
fighting with
the words.

She sits there
and stares
her body
beckoning to me
silently
like deadriver
lights, that
smile
full of hiding
breathless
whispers.

No one really
knows but try
to understand
she is the
goddess of
sunny sleaze,
and it is her
sweet wet
blossom
season.

I am ripped
up by
her
magic
wild red
laughter
which
begins the
dirge.

All the towns
have their
hands pointing
towards
doomdrowning
in liquid
cemeteries.

I fall into
purple
fairy slumber
dreaming of
buried flowers
a firebomb
somnambulist.

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Frogin the Water Tank Blues

5 Jul

A full minute.
You could really
have a fineday made
out of the sweetest
saints.

Get up there quickly.
Your spirit is rather
a spirit of catfish
names and appearances-
just as days and weeks
are.

Then there is the
number of the rotating
compensasting questions.
How do you?
Do what?
Are they even?

White with fury you may
become when such a thing
was put on, and you have
not heard the last stone of
that science which is
built up slowly
about each other
each other about.
I had a rope, and
you had a stump.

The answers are needed
right now- a note- or
notes at intervals.
I knew how it was done.
Did you?

Like they do in Boomer flats?
In a little while it died.
Up with a thing, and
down with another thing.

“The effects?”
she said out of her curly
hair.

Who knows?
I don’t-
do you?