is not the machine and imposter elevates me
A simple gesture. Not a thought.
This is very important, read it over again
I JUST WANT TO REACH OUT AND BITE YOU BABY
As any time another “hep me”
Addressed to the willing
Stars. And it is effective
Like another fine creature
Beautiful animal just find me
And put her soft life in my hand
For a minute. An hour
Without a second thought
Knowing it is gone be lazy
And gentle and knowing
Everything all about it
You are no big head tonight
Keed. Just sit back there and keep
Your big feet out the dim and
Extravagant journey that puddle
On the floor. Where.
Just because you pretty
When you come in the door
And a temporary genius or star
This one night or nights
Still arriving. Across the way and
Down the alley too. Pretty
Thing. Hungry? And what else
You inquire and think you need
Badly. To “survive” or bullshit
Your way into another eternity
Of less meaningful phrases and
Faces made interesting to junior
Samaritans and other meddlers
Long the road to a wide nose
Jerusalem. In other words, I mean
Why be an idiot of the daytime
Now that everything is so inviting
And so fun. What to do concerts
Nobody in they right mind. Only
When the dark comes on and feeling
Crazy. One tender smile or nod
Bank the belly furnace. Swollen
Tongue. Wanted. Corpulent shadows
Oriental as the goat glaze eye.
Like to walking into the wrong room
Again the tender smile and hands
Under the dumb stars
A smile of beauty cunning
For the exhibition
Such emaciation make all fat people feel good
The compliment of his being
There
THE BATHERS
We turned to fire when the water hit
Us. Something
Berserk regained
An outmoded regard for sanity
While in the fire station
No one thought of flame
Fame or fortune did them
We did them a fortune. We did
Them a favor just being
Ourselves inside of them
Holy day children
In the nation coming your children will learn all about that
But the water creep about us
Water hit us with force.
We saw a boy transformed into a lion
His tail is vau the syllable of love
A master before fellow craft
The summit of the Royal Arch
Lotus. Mover on the face of the waters …
Sleepless Horus, watch me as I lie
Curtained with stars when ye arise
And part the skies. And mount the Royal
Bark
They said the ancient words in shameful English
Their hearts rose up like feathers
In the hidden place
And Horus step into the flood of noon
Shedding his light upon the worlds
It was in Birmingham. It happened.
Week after week in the papers
The proof appeared in their faces
Week after week seeing the same moment grow clearer
Raising the water,
Filling the vessel. Raising the water.
Filling the vessel
O electromagnetic Light shadûf!
Ancient hands bearing water
Ha
The star broke
Over the tub
All righteousness
Not deceived by sunshine nor the
