Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war?)

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art
and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled with green death

(I touched her thigh and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
and only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine 
The New Wine (dying on the vine)

resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night

Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you

And for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed

Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee

We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways

The Things of Kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
within a jail, within a gaol
within a white free protestant
Maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something 
That's already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
and love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such

unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad staff

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South

Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(and where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful 
comes death on strange hour 
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
II

Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"

We filed slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, and silent.
As we seated and were darkened
The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru and thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest -- (did you
have a good world when you
died?) -- enough to base
a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples

Her cunt gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.

"It's all right.
All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration

Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile

Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so

I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman

But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers

O girl, unleash
your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt
on my new collar

Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them

Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life

Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a joke
of our universe
III

Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, and set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget
IV

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling and bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again 
"ready to talk"
"No sir" -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym. 
Very peaceful
Meditation

Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon

The rest of the World
is reckless and dangerous
Look at the
brothels
Stag films
Exploration
V

A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox
 

Stoned immaculate
 

I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn. 

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
 

Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, 
stripped out to get liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and six?
packs of beer Jumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in the wilderness.

I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come here
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt. 
Haven't I been through enough?
she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period 
It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck 
My chest is hard and brown Lying on stained, 
wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin 
We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
 

Calatori prin furtuna

Calatori prin furtuna, calatori prin furtuna,
in casa asta ne-am nascut, in lumea asta am fost aruncati,
ca un caine fara os, ca un actor de imprumut.
Calatori prin furtuna.

E un ucigas pe drum, mintea i se zbate ca o broasca raioasa.
Ia-ti o lunga vacanta, lasa-ti copiii sa se joace.
Daca-l vei lua pe acest om in calatorie, familia draga va muri.
Ucigas pe drum...

Fata, trebuie sa-ti iubesti barbatul,
fata, trebuie sa-ti iubesti barbatul,
ia-l de mana, fa-l sa inteleaga,
lumea de voi depinde, viata noastra nicicand nu va sfarsi.
Trebuie sa-ti iubesti barbatul...

Calatori prin furtuna, calatori prin furtuna,
calatori prin furtuna, calatori prin furtuna.
 
 

Hello, te iubesc

Hello, te iubesc, nu vrei sa-mi spui numele?
Hello, te iubesc, lasa-ma sa intru in jocul tau.
Hello, te iubesc, nu vrei sa-mi spui numele?
Hello, te iubesc, lasa-ma sa intru in jocul tau.

Ea se plimba in josul strazii,
oarba la orice privire intalnita.
Gandesti ca poti fi tu tipul
care s-o faca sa suspine pe regina ingerilor?

Ea isi poarta capul asa drept,
ca o statuie in cer,
bratele ei sunt perverse si picioarele lungi.
Cand se misca ea, mintea-mi tipa cantecul acesta.

Trotuarul se ghemuie la picioarele ei,
ca un caine cersind ceva dulce.
Speri s-o faci sa vada, tu, idiotule?
Speri sa culegi acest giuvaer intunecat?
 
 

Paris

So much forgotten already
So much forgotten
So much to forget

Once the idea of purity born, 
all was lost irrevocably

The Black Musician in a house up the hill

Nigger in the woodpile
Skeleton in the closet
Sorry. Didn't mean you.
An old man, someone's daughter
Arises

and sees us still in the room
of off-key piano and bad paintings
him off to work
and new wife arriving
(The candle-forests of Notre-Dame)
beggar nuns with moving smiles, small velvet sacks
and cataleptic eyes

straying to the gaudy
Mosaic calendar
Windows
I write like this to seize you
give me your love, your tired eyes, 
sad for delivery

A small and undiscover'd
park - we ramble
And the posters scream
safe revolt

and the tired walls barely fall, graffiti into
dry cement sand
an overfed vacuum
dust-clock

I remember freeways
Summer, beside you
Ocean - brother

Storms passing
electric fires in the night
"rain, night, misery -
the back-ends of wagons"

Shake it! Wanda,
fat stranded swamp
Woman
We still need you

Shake your roly-poly
Thighs inside that
Southern tent

So what.
It was really wild
She started nude and put
on her clothes.

An old and cheap hotel
with bums in the lobby
genteel bums of satisfied
poverty

Across the street, a
famous pool-hall
where the actors meet

former ace - home of
beat musicians
beat poets and beat
wanderers

in the Zen tradition
from China to the
Subway
in 4 easy lifetimes

Weeping, he left his pad
on orders from police

and furnishings hauled
away, all records and
momentos, and reporters
calculating tears and curses for the press:

"I hope the Chinese junkies get you"

and they will
for the poppy
rules the world

That handsome gentle
flower
Sweet Billy!

Do you remember
the snake
your lover

tender in the tumbled
brush-weed
sand and cactus

I do.

And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night

eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean

Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?

"There's a palace
in the canyon

where you and I
were born

Now I'm a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows of the Canyon
I met you and now you're gone
and now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world

Where friends do lie and drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens"
The cunt bloomed and the paper walls
Trembled

A monster arrived in the mirror
To mock the room and its fool alone

Give me songs to sing
and emerald dreams to dream
and I'll give you love
unfolding

Sun
underwater, it was immediately strange
and familiar
the black boy's
from the boat, fins and mask,
Nostrils bled liquid crystal blood
as they rose to surface

Rose and moved strong
in their wet world
Below was a Kingdom
Empire of still sand
and yes, party-colored
fishes - they are the last to leave

The gay sea
I eat you
avoiding your wordy bones
and spit out pearls

The little girl gave
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides
I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth

I saw them charge
and heard the indian
war-scream
felt the adrenalin
of flight-fear

the exhilaration of terror
sloshed drunk in
the flashy battle blood

Naked we come
and bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below

This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell

Great good disease
and summer plague

Great god-damned shit-ass
Mother-fucking freak

You lie, you cheat,
you steal, you kill

you drink the Southern
Madness swill
of greed

you die utterly and alone

Mud up to your braces
Someone new in your
knickers
and who would that be?
You know

You know more
than you let on
Much more than you betray

Great slimy angel-whore
you've been good to me

You really have

been swell to me

Tell them you came and saw
and look'd into my eyes
and saw the shadow
of the guard receding

Thoughts in time
and out of season
The Hitchhiker stood
by the side of the road
and levelled his thumb
in the calm calculus
of reason.
 
 
 

Awake Ghost Song 

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.

WAKE UP!

You can't remember where it was
had this dream stopped?

Acesta este sfarsitul
Prietenul minunat
Acesta este sfarsitul
Singurul meu prieten,sfarsitul

Al planurilor elaborate,sfarsit
A tot ce dainuie,sfarsit
Surprinzator primejdios,sfarsit
Nu voi mai privi in ochii tai,vreodata

Iti vei putea imagina
Libera si-n catusata
De maini straine avand nevoie disperata
Intr-un...disperat tinut

Pierduti in salbaticia durerii
Toti copiii sunt nebuni
Da,toti copiii sunt nebuni
In asteptarea ploii de vara

E pericol la marginea orasului
Condu pe autostrada Regelui,iubito
Scene bizare in mina de aur
Condu pe autostrada de Vest,iubito

Condu sarpele,condu sarpele
Catre lac,catre lacul stravechi,iubito
Sarpele e lung,de sapte mile
Condu sarpele...cel batran si cu pielea rece

Spre vest e cel mai bine
Spre vest e cel mai bine
Vino aici,si-o sa facem noi restul pentru tine

In autobuzul albastru putem intra de vrem
In autobuzul albastru putem intra de vrem
Unde ne vei duce,sofer?

Inainte de rasarit ucigasul s-a trezit,si-a pus cizmele
A luat un chip din galeriile antice
Si s-a indreptat spre iesire,
Ajuns in camera surorii sale a...apoi
I-a facut o vizita fratelui sau,apoi
A iesit pe coridor,si
In fata unei usi...a privit inauntru
Tata,da fiule,vreau sa te ucid
Mama...vreau sa...te fut!!!

Haide iubito,joaca-ti sansa cu noi
Haide iubito,joaca-ti sansa cu noi
Haide iubito,joaca-ti sansa cu noi
Si ne vom intalni in spatele autobuzului albastru
Pentru un rock albastru
Intr-un autobuz albastru
Pentru un rock albastru
Haide,da!

Ucide,ucide,ucide,ucide,ucide,ucide

Acesta este sfarsitul
Prietenul minunat
Acesta este sfarsitul
Singurul meu prieten,sfarsitul

Sa te eliberez ma doare acum
Dar nu ma vei urma niciodata
Sfarsitul rasului si a minciunilor adevarate
Sfarsitul noptilor in care incercam sa murim

Acesta este sfarsitul
 

Sirens

Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles catcalls

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass
Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could

Poet of the call-girl storm
She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all its games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I'll still take you then
But I'm your friend
 

The fear

Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial and jail seem almost
friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm

(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
scape populous & arching
coolly)
A barn
a cabin attic

Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window
fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon

I'm freezing
animals
dead white wings of rabbits
grey velvet deer

The Canyon
The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE

Sudden movements
& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night

The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker
Afraid of wolves
& his own
Shadow

The Wolf,
Who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.

a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward lurking
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night
 

The movie

The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?.

I'm getting out of here Where are you going? To the other side of morning 
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.

It's alright, all your friends are here When can I meet them?
After you've eaten I'm not hungry Uh, we meant beaten

Silver stream, silvery scream
Oooooh, impossible concentration.
 

The opening of the trunk

Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.

Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole

a child's 1st trip
away from home

That moment of Freedom

LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and
communication
lamerica
emeralds in glass
lamerica
searchlights at twi-light
lamerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
lamerica
robed in exile
lamerica
swift beat of a proud heart
lamerica
eyes like twenty
lamerica
swift dream
lamerica
frozen heart
lamerica
soldiers doom
lamerica
clouds & struggles
lamerica
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
lamerica
"That's how I met her,
lamerica
lonely and frozen
lamerica
& sullen, yes
lamerica
right from the start"

Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.
 

he enters stage:

Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure

I'm Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands--how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair--so twined and writhing
The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
 

What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything
 

I am a guide to the Labyrinth

Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath