Tuesday, August 02, 2005

On a night of classical music...

Four times Vivaldi or something like natural
rhythms he imagined in quarterly colors

where Mussorgsky can paint the museum,
there's a wash floating in on plastic buckets

the fish monger wishes well on the call
to say a prayer for the dawn's rose red

affair, being strewn among the names
black to jingo, its not wailin' not jam

sport and spot the micro verse he wrote
what small voices verved will have held

such years have passed allowing milk
steamed dreams, hot on the tip

sprinkled once with chocolate shears
she's a betty alright, dolling drams

if you lift that board you might get inside
crawl under the spread of concrete

sheets in thin slices cross blocks
wandering through the trip of boundary

the steps of the ladder enumerated
counting how deep the rabbit goes

if only we knew how deeply larry is cutting
there might be blue on the floor at the danube

way laid and gestating visible euphoria
i'm an invisible faction borrowing fame

in order to fight urban synapses,
the collective gestalt has rules beneath

the belt -- its held up like this,
not much of a ruse to nest a cable

the handbrake and the conductor
are a synonymous logo -- without clear using

the lepers own the colony without really owning
anything is for sale to the highest bidder

like sex you can see but can't touch
getting off on this vibe, man its all in the head

i've detached myself from myself from other
self is sullied western bourgeois shite,

i'm beyond that now he said holding his cup,
his mug, a peace of social earth -- black gold

swearing in the nation by reading the paper
its all there proofed in the pudding face

how he quotes despair dissolves like sugar
small sips -- how he can't savior savoire farire

mottled gestures in the rain swept vertices
where the gaze splits the horizon three fold

to one part the being there can not have been
sitting on that swing summering in youth

present factions delaying progress -- front page
and breaking into something unscripted

the titles blurred between the stacks -- why not
play hide and seek to loose our names.

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