The Full Length Heart

My view is an early valley.

Prairie land much greater than

everything else. Chicago in

the eye, but Kentucky in

the chest. This body is a country

and maps a life

marked by animal eyes

and many, many

revolutions. We can

win this one. Like all

the others. We have lost

nothing. This body is a brand

chance at land promised

to be more than a bed.

All land is

once we stop

all this sleeping,

once we win.

Here I Was, Down

His life like one wrong turn

after another until where are we

and what is this town. What is

this town and how to get out

of it. How to get out of it

these dark halls. Halls with sky

halls with clouds halls with layers

and layers of town

His life like all the footage of

the aftermath until the film

that never ends. What is this

film and how to get out of it.

How to get out of it how to file

in and out of it. So many nights

to contemplate the loss the

sun the light the sun gives

this town is bitter and ending

even as it gets brighter

It gets brighter

like a life that won't stop

giving like a life that won't

stop chiming and

skittering

skittering like he built it

from the town up

from the town up from the man

up from the wrong turn

up up up

Space Orgy

-by Lungfish

I am everywhere all the time
You will know me by my smell
East-West on the greyhound line
Tracing invisible trails
Here is my head in a Lucite box
You will know me by my frequency
Here is my footprint on the face of Mars
In the Year of Our Lord, 10,000 B.C.
It's later than I thought it could get
I lust in brand new ways
I loiter below the weather clock
To await the appointed day
When the bibles rise in the urban skies
And combust in electric flames
The birds sustain a monotone drone
Until we forget our names
These dreams we dream in common
You know the one where we eat our organs
That dream is the last reminder
That dream is the final warning
Those who heed greet those who defy
Those who admit salute those who deny
And rise to a certain altitude
Where the divided mind is nullified
Choose your choice at the chosen time
Remove your face at the designated place
Peel your skin at the beginning, friend
It will be returned at the end
Labor and toil and trial and task
The nature of which depends who you ask
One thing is certain
This much is clear
The first day is looming
The last day is near
The bibles maintain a monotone drone
The birds coalesce in a human form
Its stride is a worldwide broadcast
As all earthly species exhale
Peel your mind at the middle
Furnish the newfound void
You are inside out at Antiquity
A monument to be destroyed
I marched in a wedding on the Equinox
My cheek pouch full of coins
Here is my liver in a lead-lined box
Here is my egg and seed conjoined
I pledge to stand at attention
I pledge to never swerve
I pledge to sing 1,000 more songs
In confusion I shall serve.

John Billy By Daylight

A dark house is an

early grave. Tell you now

to light up. We have bubble-

gum and things

to chew. Repetitions,

see.

Now:  golden

rectangles if you

are willing

to walk

the inner country

mile. Now:  circles.

Bright and ready

for black outs. Nothing

dishonest about the end.

Always the same
place.

There are many false starts,

so light them up. Tell you how

to skip town without

driving.

Jonathan listens

to Fang Island and tries

to explain. I read John

Billy by daylight,

and today

nothing here is dark.

Our mush ground purrs with

continuous thunder. Lit up

tonight like thieves.

All of us in wilderness waving

wildly

at all of us.

Jonathan tells me that dreams are

good practice for

worst case scenarios, good

practice for living

in the darkest

house. Truth is

in the dark

they are all empty

rooms so please

don't sleep. Truth

is dreams

are repetitions

of every truth. Truth is

no such thing

as truth. Truth is

better to wait until the

end for this one.

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.