December 28, 2013

170 syllables

something to the left of me about to end the world in H-minor


by my right foot's halo a beetle that should have died before winter


in my left nostril a prophet talking of a blooming red desert


lifting my arm to draw a circle of air for the last bird looping


in my right ear I make a bed for nomadic penguins and planets


from my navel I extract a galaxy of rubber stars in May


signing the sky on it's far side like YK now he's doing reds


IKB and a faulty fall into the tank with sleeping fish and weed


between the chairs a caravan of souls heading for Dwarka to rest


folding shadows into cranes a hundred times or more like time beasts

December 21, 2013

ear yummy

primitive stereo
McCartney's bass rolls potatoes
on Lucy

it's getting better?
warm milk and honey
will fix the hole

perpetual dusk
she's leaving home
with Pepper's crew

4000 black holes
with a little help my mind
can fill a car

changing lights
I record a recorder
in a wlarus

goodmorning goo
within you without you flies
Mr. Kite

foolless hill
Henry the Horse runs off
with the meter maid


December 13, 2013

My Favourite Things - ku sequence

My Favorite Things


spiraling off incense sticks My Favorite Things Coltraneian


left one shoe in a raga in Harlem


Lady Morphine in A-Minor this sleep in longing


what the hell's with these birds? my left head turns


the falling upwards of feet not mine and a half-smoked cigarette


not fair the song doesn't exist unless I hear it


between the bricks a view to another dance


tuck me in with a needle in your eye


dressed in flames she merges with organs


singular plurality music bound by time and trouble


carving a shenai from a bone once in God's thought


no snakes to tame the untameable a basket of rotting grapes


household fairies in ampuls barely glass






December 09, 2013

the lark's nest

December light?
I remind myself
there's a first
for everything


long before I began to wake up my brain was singing a song. it was a song for children one every school boy and girl have been singing since the 1920's I guess (the composer died in 1931) and one I have sung hundreds of times as a boy. but it (my brain) could remember the first verse only. I was rather annoyed by those missing words and by the song that interrupted a warm and intimate situation just beginning to be very hot between me and a girlfriend I had in my teens but her face turned into an ipad on which I began to look for the missing words of the song. it was a song about a girl finding a lark's nest and keeping it a secret for the fox and the boy.


ground coffee 3900 light years from Canis Majoris