Sink in your shoes

Oh thank you -

           Woody,


  Guthrie.

- for your trembling fierce warble of the fearless road laid like a goose egg song for the people

Oh thank you -

         Mr. _________

- for your presidential incompetency and incalculable inability to calculate, which has left that great depression in the accounts of the story for all of the school children year upon year

Oh thank you -

            Robert,


    Zimmerman.

From that great every mans land,

            Hibbing,

      
     Minnesota.

- for your frothy boilings that spilled upon a nation like a sand man sprinkle and opened the ears, whose path is direct to the soul

Oh thank you -

           Mr. Allen,


     Ginsberg.

-for audaciously drooling vulgarity into every phallic and vaginal nook of an adolescent country in a nuclear climate of sexual and imaginative oppression of freedom.

We recognize senior Jesus,
and dearest Lou Tzu,
and the great Buddha,

all are in the belly now,

and each have laid a hand upon

the knob of the door

_________
I                I
I                I
I                I
I  ()            I
I                I
I                I

Actors and Actors

Who would desire telepathic monogamy?
    what Disastrous insight should develop of such segregation?

                 The Godhead is not an oracle, nor a fountain of wrath -
  
it might be yet to be found out still -

S-T-I-L-L

                 in a suitcase trunk pack
                    pannier basement
                               attic,

an orgy, a tussle of grope,
a mess of open envelopes sending
and receiving -

Who would be left to gawk?
Who could renounce a sinners truth?

       certainly not the mail men and women,
   certainly not the minstrels,
certainly not the ones behind the veneers of confessionals
and desk jobs and countertops
across the plains and less plains of our land.

Milk curdling fat,

a sinner will know what he has done -
as an actor will dance the stage -
as in Greenwich village,
a small molecule of subversive tender radical
naked clan folk prophesying an interpret

R-E-A-L-I-T-Y.

All the while,

the most common folk waltzed the days through eyes

in the seats of the crowd and the audience of the cast

and acted in such a way that made actors act.

Plain and Simple

Sure a Moaning

there are captives of the land -

                  they are speaking all around.

billowing up, sideways through californias

dark nights,

sweeping above the railroads and rail cars

and industrial ferment of rust,  singing

deep baritone stones of whisping rasp,

of steam power and coal -

yearning in the cloudy plays of the dark theaters of

open country sky,

playful as the trickster -

making soft demands -


Honor the dead for whose life has been wealth,

whose speech is a prayer of the heart,

as quiet as the wind.

Magic Tricks Kid . His Story

Through such
                       s
                    n
                o
              i
             t
           a
        v
      e
    l
e

We could not sleep,                                                                                                      high
                                                                                                                                      ^
quilted disarray and everything we ever lost we had gained - coming in fast and         ^

Crashing thunderous bellows, the lads and school boys bustling chain link and wood

chipped baseball fields and candy eyed romantic eyes for the longest hair.

Flashing in the arms of morning, brewing awakenings for the limber and taught kids leaning

out of the bed extending, mind craving, the coffee of a whole third world keep the first world show on

stage -

How the trip.....

walked up stairs in sleepy afternoons and rubbed its hands together,

pulled all the drawers open successively bashing, loud, crashing, thunderous -

Wearing out...

Sit down. playing chess, riding the trains to and from town -

shuffled through the marbled hallways with slick shoes shuffled slick, tweed, staples clack, phones

hang up and ring again. Out the window the poodles hair do and dog don't disobey -
          .        .
   .                      .
.                            .

Write me a song -

show me how you know that bird -

pin - point what you cannot say -

what are you afraid of?

Awake of the coffee, silt brown tongue -

       toes wiggling  -  naked  -  abundant  -  sharing  -

curse the blessings and bless the turbulent curse of blessings

Sip Deep

Exotic - Diverse
       blessed our animal children of men & women
  find no sorrow in the generations,
             folding chapters
     becoming paper.

Folding and rolling on the floor - understanding
    
        i know nothing -

i look in the mirror and see the wall behind
   me
i am a room in a room in a room
     bending and folding a higher power
like a receipt from my birth -

     and it comes to this -

There --------> is everyone ------->

      
   and there ^ is no one V

   <---- with a heart that flutters between its lips when it speaks,
and its staircase bones and gourd belly _

they starve -
they are ravenous -
they stave off disease -

welcoming the treacherous -

Of course we are mad!  Men! -
by and by and try and try and time and

AGAIN,

the moon is waxing,
the cheek bones are waiting,
we are invoking,
      peeling
      unraveling
      weaving,

systemic yesteryear.
systemic tomorrow.

Grow long you empathetic variables,
  
      You, are beautiful.

HEED THE HOLY