Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and
communication
lamerica
emeralds in glass
lamerica
searchlights at twi-light
lamerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
lamerica
robed in exile
lamerica
swift beat of a proud heart
lamerica
eyes like twenty
lamerica
swift dream
lamerica
frozen heart
lamerica
soldiers doom
lamerica
clouds & struggles
lamerica
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
lamerica
"That's how I met her,
lamerica
lonely and frozen
lamerica
& sullen, yes
lamerica
right from the start"
Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.
he enters stage:
I'm Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands--how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair--so twined and writhing
The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
POWER
I can
I am
Wilderness
Now is blessed
The rest
remembered
Sirens
Water
Rain & Thunder
Jet from the base
Hot searing insect cry
The frogs & crickets
Doors open & close
The smash of glass
The Soft Parade
An accident
Rustle of silk, nylon
Watering the dry grass
Fire
Bells
Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
Lawn mower
Good Humor man
Skates & wagons
Bikes
LAMERICA
Trade-routes
guide lines
The Vikings & explorers
Discoverers
The unconscious
Madness in a whisper
neon crackle
The hiss of trees
A city growls
Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.
Ah sweet music.
Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping toward Sunday.
Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts
of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast
Worship w/ words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obscene-in the insane
infant.
We can do it on a sunny
floor w/ friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.
An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall
THE FEAR
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial and jail seem almost
friendly)
A barn
a cabin attic
fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon
I'm freezing
animals
dead
white wings of
rabbits
The Canyon
Sudden movements
Afraid of wolves
& his own
Shadow
The Wolf,
Who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward lurking
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night
LAMERICA
Clothed in sunlight
restled in waiting
dying of fever
The Crossraods
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into
the ears of travellers &
interest them in their fate
Hitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
hidden gods of blood"
-No.
Flame-tree
Sire, we met in Eden
The troubled time
we had
rustling in the night leaves
a sniper aimed at our window
a kitten mewing in the blasted
strong air
I must go see
-I got picked up
& rode through the night
-did I...
What was I doing
of course we danced plenty
She had nice sides
the cop hit me
Stop, I don't remember
[musical interlude]
Trees
Train-death
The American Night
We went through 5 cords
of wood this winter
open
SIRENS
Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles catcalls
ODE
NEW YORK MAIDENS
There is no death
so nothing matters
High Style
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love's triumph
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travellers