God, That Was Hot Nonsense

God, that was hot nonsense!

A ripple in a rock. Nonsense

from a mouth,

a hand, a face.

All electric rubbish,

all nonsense!

A few realize, some

never do. Most have

glimpses, an inkling

or two. Biblical nonsense,

referential, existential

nonsense, cold

water nonsense. Ripped open

nonsense. Someone

once talked about the night

air (nonsense). Someone talked

about the food sack (nonsense), about

the center of the fire,

about the feebleness

of form (nonsense, nonsense, not of sense!).

Nonsense, yes,

but also an empty pearl.

Fill it your whole life, and

you'll still leave empty-

handed.

Once gone, no one

ever minded.

Six Feet Into the Broken Stock

They say, perfection

in law. They say all is

law. They say waves.

Can you stand? We

can. Which one is for

play, and which is the grave?

I died for a thought. Went

up, all abroad and thought,

this is the lower way.

See. They cannot copy a day.

We can, except for fact of form.

Except for law. All is waves.

I left business to perish, and

nothing stayed. I left, and

everybody came.

The Ambassador is Just Another Idiot Abroad

All idiots start somewhere.  Here
it is.  We've got one man in
a bind.  He's been raving,
mad as a junkyard.
We can't help him, but
we've got to pull the
wool to save ourselves.
Crazy is like the chicken
pox.  Once is enough.
Some don't come out
of it.  Some wear scars.
Indentations.
If he doesn't stop
shouting soon
he'll conjure something
awful, shrugged maps and
air filled with
flaming rain.
To be lazy
in one's head,
a place
too willing to go.
Now here he is, bitter
and broken
open.  Here he is,
splayed like a bag
of globes, spun and
then flung flat
down.  Well,
at least if we start
at one end
and follow, we
won't end
up the same
place.

Trafalgar Square, 1962

   

To Madness

Two stitched bears into

one bed rug, two men

just keep

dancing. All men have

one night

in water

when the fools

change, when off

come pants, when

all nods un-

make, and each has

his very own erotic

bottle. Hold them up

together like prizes

and toast

straight-armed to

victory of kitchens,

and then,

to both these bears,

and, then, at last

to madness.

The Harvest Law

The Harvest Law

Devil on your shadow's wings

The whole world, you've been balancing

And as our lot does fall

There is the law

There is the law

Paul's pictures to the harvesters

My will to the world between

My will, I have gone along

The twelve fires were gathering

Cattle on their knees tonight

Remember it

Wolf eyes bleeding

On the holy thorn

Eleventh fire-

The mountain laurel bends

Tenth fire-

And how's the boy

Ninth fire-

All but one in place

Eighth fire-

Twos across the door

Seventh fire-

Silence, then pass

Sixth fire-

Feather in the beacon

Fifth fire-

I know I'm dust

Fourth fire-

No time, no time

Third fire-

Comes the law

Comes the law

Second fire-

Willow and the pines

First fire-

And the two worlds

Have crossed

All of Our Rooms Have an Ocean View

There are so many things you don't understand.
It's like pigeon work. The instinct

Gets the job done. We

Even talk

Ourselves into it. Masters of

Pomp. Passers of

The mirror

Test.