Subject: poetry by the pound cont.
-Where To-
go now to the false palaces
beginning to crumble from disuse
go to the home of your father's father
islands left over from times when
island men were popular
bridges are now built to every paradise
to the spirit world
-How Did it Happen-
how did he come to be a banjo playing pizza parlor play for
the whole family fool?
-Wild Animal Trainer-
when she was a little girl
they laughed
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she is so good with the other children
everybody loves her
arf
she loved her jc higgens bycyle almost as well
but the dog she loved..
ah
-Flood-
the watery horizon just above my fingertips
streamer sun in beams filled with algae
a quick small fish,a fish, a fish
the sandy shore gave way beneath my feet
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a crater lake overflowed driftwood spring shoots
the water air, the air birds and bass
have i gills will i drown
about a sunken lake air changing state
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walk the shore in a fishy dream
awoke in a bed beside a stream
-Borne and Paid-
a capitalist crucifixion
solemn benediction
before squirming rotarians
in a sticky catered hall
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haloed saints go pale
evangelism stale
beside the great wazoo
icon of the corporate elite
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a vision of righteousness
self-made techno-humanism
walking with high held head
but not for long
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you have borne and paid
the omnipresent poor
for there silence you have not begun to pay
-untitled-
car, lines,vase,dragon,three piece suit,sunglasses
citronilla candles,George Hamilton,bow tie,tear one,beginning
of the culmination of the preparation, of the mime faced masked man, dotted
eyes, faces in QueenAnne chairs
the look of tapestries reality, of midnight chanting
mission impossible the long neck, chained with all these
bondage guys get their kicks incensed they brought
on the AaKe thunder, then a commercial.
thumbed butane by candlelight the mime man is back
give the old lady the sword george Hamilton was lucky to have
escaped the Johnsons
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patch, injuries, die, responsibilities, prime minister,burned
fingers, barbaric attacks.
_High Grade Candy-
into a galvanized sidewalk
that walks to the vanishing point
ghost of horse drawn carts are parked
by the shiny street curbside.
ladies and men all dressed in black
stand still mannequins on a foggy morning walk
buildings and signs and carts and bowler hats
all washed over by the mop of time
-By Ways By the Way-
if you are going to coxsackie
best not forget the way backy
-Interlaken-
a coolness brought home in a basket
shadows saved for when there is no shade
the future will appreciate my vigilance
what will my children's children need?
consider this when making your collections
a collection is nothing if not a legacy
a legacy is without value if not durable
saved the spots of joy and coolness
the future will be hot and go quickly
offer a backwater, an eddy in shade
a rest stop is what the future needs
and this the children will need
-In the Beginning-
on a ramblers shoe
stuck to the bottom
the soul of the walker
gone away yesterday
all broken things remain
picked by carrion birds of the heart
a trail of white bone
smooth remembrances of love
in search of new hearts
new longings to remain
a new ache for return
but the spot in time
rates but a single visit
-Drawn-
veins in the hands
the lace of flesh
closely examined
reveal the leafy patterns
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-4Am-
the musical memory worked overtime
racing thoughts like automobiles
looking for a friends houses
after the directions have been lost
pacing to the dart board and back
to throw without energy or aim
darts into the cork over and over
feet upon the cool damp linoleum
caged like a cat never used to the cage
4am
the wool like a blanket of flesh
the grinded audio
a sweaty bed or damp pace
eyes filled with sand
eyes of the alcoholic
eyes of the diplomat
eyes of the biznizman
the yellow bone in hand
with leaded marrow
blood like mercury
or like slate
courses veins without end
to sustain me neath my restless blanket
4am
in and out on the cigarettes
menthol like a splintered bone
caught in the throat
but the pain persists
no need to call the physician
4am(I'm dead)
cancerous thought
projected sympathy
and heroism
hope to see you at my wake
awake
4am(on the nose)
on the button
like willie sutton
escape the alcatraz
of troubled night
rafted off
on dreamy waters
and nubile daughters
behind my lids
that fluttered shut
And so on
have you read my book?
how to cook.
it is but a page, ( i read this somewhere i think) (
these two stanzas smack of plagarism)
but it reflects the age
blah blah
he said,she said
bed, bed, bed, bed (this too)
she said, he said
bread, bread, bread, bread
well said, they said
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-Am I Getting A Tan (I Didn"t Think the Sun Was Out Today)-
what's this streaming, beaming, gleaming
through my picture window
it seems to be some sort of ray
warming up my dreary day
-The Letters of the Law-
Law becomes the running dog
As does toast to tea
Anticipate it's full protection
And you seem a fool to me
The laws are written for the writer
When in a solemn mood
As he thinks of cads and crumb bums
And all he sees as lewd
In a wig with flabby jowls
The judge sits upon his throne
"Hang him, fine him, I don't care
My girlfriend's on the phone"
Before you think to park your car
Or tell them what you saw
Best watch your step or better yet
Read the letters of the law
-Saints in Sacks(part 2)-
When you throw a feast
Don't forget the priest
-Just Like the Last Time-
after taking a left on junior wells street
my rented pontiac coughed like a victim
the broken beer bottles, smooth bombs
my eye hung out like an egg yolk
the end
when all these poems are sold i'll send some more dave walsh ,poet
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